Shards Of Glass


Through my kalaedoscope,

of colored glass,

of shattered symmetry,

and measured beauty,

angles and arches,

fragments of hazy shadows,

stained glossy pieces,

over a bricked wall,

or within me?


sharp edged,

from the fullness of form and shape,

came these,


and lonely,

unnamed shards of glass.

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