Heavenly Spheres

Heavenly Spheres

A Poem by Epipsychologist

A sunroof


The Sunroof refracted

Light onto the little coffee table

In our shabby fake living room.


We never worried that it was a dome,

The glass that is, sat the same every day,

And scattered light in such a way,

That colors dove-tailed on the table

And it was beautiful.


We never asked, looking past,

If the other side was skewed.

So the sun and moon cast,

Optic illusions through our roof,

Like Archimedes magic.


And it was beautiful,

But our table caught fire.

© 2013 Epipsychologist

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Added on February 28, 2013
Last Updated on February 28, 2013
Tags: Plato, Light



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I'm heavily interested and influenced by psychology. I also appreciate philosophy although I haven't taken any courses since high school. I believe a good writer should want desperately and insatiably.. more..