There in the u bend of reality

amongst the chrome revolving puzzle

Sits the self controlled paint brush

designing your perceived existence

Each bristle mops

at the leaking universe

Each stroke invents

the mystery within

Constructed by condition

a labyrinth of stained wonder turns

Twisting until glass

explodes onto our canvas of dreams

Each spinning bead

settles then falls into catalogue

Serialized and trivialized

our brain no longer wonders