the blurs

Standard

prismatic pieces
of rainbow vision

broken glass
geographies

just besides
anywhere
in focus

or are they
reflective glimpse
of own eyes
torn in layers?

I see what I hold

kaleidoscopic
shrink~blooms
in runaway~reverse
motion

merging
llusions and delusions

oozing colours
of nothingness
and everything

unblinking
I thrive

on this
space
imperturbable

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