Around we turn in flashing blurs
As fractal rainbow light.
Of what we’re made we must infer,
To Irony’s delight.
Composed of base materials
From primary to black.
A masterpiece that queries all,
From self to God and back.
Variety in everything,
From quantity to shade.
And Chance and Happenstance will sing
'Til each of us is made.
The patterns intricately shine,
Yet ebb and flow with time.
As fractures brush with source divine,
Creating pain sublime.
While each unique and wonderful,
The billions pile high.
When commonplace are miracles,
Miraculousness dies.
If drowning in desires unknown,
Make haste to grab this rope:
A love with whom to share your own
Bespoke kaleidoscope.
About the Creator
Elyjah M. Edilton
Mechanical Engineer
Fantasy/sci-fi novel/movie/show/anime/manga/manhua nerd
I haven't written anything in a while, so it's nice to start up again.
I typically write in common meter, iambic tetrameter, or iambic pentameter.
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