And so it happens. When stark contrasts search for differences between Good and Evil. Right and wrong. Who to choose without the light. Los postmodernisms that stretch out like medieval torture devices. The wheel pushing one extreme only to become some more grotesque version of what we already are. And sometimes cheap photography lenses. From sharp crisp clean centers to the fractured rings around my irises. Most people are accustomed to the fact that light waves undergo reflection. All waves are known to undergo refraction when they pass from one medium to another medium. That is, when a wavefront crosses the boundary between two media, the direction that the wavefront is moving undergoes a sudden change; the path is bent. In my fairy tale childhood, love, there were so many bent edges waving. Of golden haired girls weaved into lost lovers--palms and heels cleaved for shoes that would never fit quite right and towers never scaled. The wicked ones where heroes never come and I'm left wondering would I were safer alone with that cold bowl of porridge than inside the warm belly of the whale.

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