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.