I look at the facetious
kaleidoscope of light,
enchanted by fractured colors-
infinately shaping
reflections that radiate
in their two dimensional.

They whirl only in the depths
between the spaces of my brain
where the neurons are fueled
by the flickering illusions
rotating as the seasons do
until it is ripe and full.

05/30/2011

Posted on 05/30/2011
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