Kaleidoscope Eyes
Instructions for reading this poem:
Please read clockwise. Start from the top, work your way around, and then do the same for page two.
The window in which I devote time to
dividing my time
and assembling the pieces of my
collage using my kaleidoscope eyes.
The window that connects the corners together to pinpoint the edge of
that time with the edge of this time to
extend my line to form new sides as I
rediscover the feelings of loss and pain
neglected by an ignorant soul that only knew stillness like the
calm of an unbothered puddle.
That same window where I wonder which of
these butterflies will lift me up should I
lose my balance, and so I walk the fine line
between the realms of insanity and reason
searching for the stability found when you know
Loyalty.
The window where I put on the greatest
performance maintaining my balance
as I teeter on the tightest rope above a crowd of
on-looking butterflies.
