Prismer's dilemma

Reduced through microscopic sieve,
Discarded as from grain to dust
To daring spark the light through mesh so
Fine it scarcely held itself
Intact.

And in that cupped hand holding mine
Kaleidoscopes of silver rain fell
Crash! And in that age of murky dark before
Your palm discovered mine the amber glint so
Modest it complained of sure
Eclipse.

The sun played keys
Fingers tapping rhythm into mime,
Collecting rays of rainbow-wrecked
Errata as particles pulsed and carbon dated
Screens of air and lucid dreams with every
Wave.

The prismer's dilemma is a surface factor nil
Until the arcs of animation 
(Craving starlight, crazing flare)
Lift arms in spokes to greet the day 
From dawn to reaching dawn with banished
Breath.