He is prism
He is the pyramid
See through, light gets in
It diverts, weighs, thick, rich
Then condensed, colors, shades
Far apart, varied range
He now is a prism.
How can one count on him?
He varies when behaves…
Chameleon in the sun
Caterpillar on a bud
He’s prism…
Who is he?
You know him.
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