You are the

Prismatic gem
———splitting
—-perspective
Into rainbows

On my otherwise
matte sur[e]face.

—-

Northern lights
Of digital skies

I frequented
Each night,

Until redshift
Geomagnetically
Opposed you

To dancing
In my Storms.

—-

Kindred spirit
Disillusioned
By my ouija
Bored and
Parlor tricks,

And make
“Ghosting”
Take on New
——Mean-ing.

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