All our brain’s pure light
divided by prism of life
pulled apart, distorted, lied.
I’d been thinking of how the light of original thought and speech were distorted by others, like a prism separates light into different colours recently, and thought this epitaph could have described my decade-long writing protagonist/theme/logo greenYgrey for me: “..There are no words for you. Angel is the closest I could think of. Pure light… Wild man…Twin soul… Too sensitive for this harsh world.’
If anybody thinks it’s bad taste (if Priscilla Presley or any of the family ever hear of this; which I very much doubt; it is done with sensitivity and respect, in my own ‘rock n’ roll remembered’ way!) paraphrasing somebody else’s obituary, it’s done in the best possible taste (paraphrasing Kenny Everett!), and people like Ben Keough should have been the target audience, but they were misled by Multicultural Fascism, and supporting people who just want to rape and rob them!