Kaleidoscope

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Submitted: October 31, 2016

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I paint my dream

On a slide of glass

Putting it in a kaleidoscope

And watching the infinite

Reflections, or are they

New creations

A myriad of colors stretching out

 

Into the edge of my universe.

 

Funny, or fortunate

How childhood always keeps a window open.

 

When I grow up

I say I like the color red

The color of burning fire

I tape a sheet of translucent red filter

Over every glass pane on my walls

 

Even green has become red

Only black is remaining the same.

 

Sometimes the light from outside

Is too bright

The reflections hurt my eyes

And distort my paintings.

 

I have to draw the curtains

And turn off light bulbs.

 

In my dark room, I take a peek

Into my kaleidoscope once more.

Nothing but darkness.


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