kaleidoscope.

i'm lost somewhere between
enchanting jewels of
ruby red and ivy green,

and reality.
multiplied a hundred times
each threatening insanity.

it's just a telescope
with broken glass and a mirror;
and some simple etiquette.

you can turn it and the colors change,
but no matter what,
the picture always stays the same.

i can't tell where i'd rather be,
dancing with swirling colors
or with you inseperably.

i cannot find grace here.