Through my kalaedoscope,
of colored glass,
of shattered symmetry,
and measured beauty,
angles and arches,
fragments of hazy shadows,
stained glossy pieces,
over a bricked wall,
or within me?
embedded,
sharp edged,
from the fullness of form and shape,
came these,
broken,
and lonely,
unnamed shards of glass.
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