Prism's Purpose

What am I absent we?
What am I?
Alone I cry
Naught but chance
At foolish dance
Craving attention
Through advertisement
Panes of glass
reflecting, refracting, mirroring
light's glory
Precious moments
The focal point
of warmth, majesty
and perfection
gracing the eyes
of the few
hoping for
relief from
charcoal
scent and hue

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