His Lila

Lila,

All around me,

Tambourines,

Drums,

Harmonium,

Guitar.

I watch diades join and dance away,

In lusty, bitter, resentment.

Some of them projecting their minds,

Like a sprinkler to a lawn,

Covering everyone with the wrong idea,

Total assumptions.

 

Lila,

Within me,

Pulsing and growing,

Sometimes incredibly overwhelming,

Sometimes empty,

Sometimes mellow, brilliant, effulgent.

Shades and colors swill throughout my body,

And I feel the hot and cold meeting in my veins.

I see the future, and it scares me.

I remember the past and I'm humiliated.

In the present, I'm the observer to

All of this mosaic before me.

Colors, shapes, beings all clawing,

Fighting for something.

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