Thursday, August 08, 2019

My life
Is a fractured Kaleidoscope.
Lightning and rain,
Dissolving sands,
Clouds afire...
Crooked fractals
Of broken meaning.
I wonder at the patterns,
Divine and scry
As I may,
But the answer...
There isn't one.
No matter how hard,
No matter how long,
I tear fruitlessly...
At the bones of yesterday.

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