All around me,
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,
Pulsing and growing,
Sometimes incredibly overwhelming,
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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