Kaleidoscope

Sometimes all I want is to lose myself in word vomit. Reality can be frightening. I want to hide away in cacoon poem.

when butterfly flies it is fleeting like heartbeat felt and lost, 

forever is unfathomable

or perhaps irrelevant – does anything have a beginning or end?

we are all infinity reaching null,

we are all relative like a genius once wrote into mathematical scripture –

you are only as fast as the earth spinning, 

you are only as slow as time which implodes,

you are only what they see and hear,

filter light yellow, blue, green

collide 

a scope

sees stars and no moon, 

darling, maybe it was always you.

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