
Glitter to shine and reflect inner youth,
I'm projecting my worth,
My wisdom and expansive love to boot.
Radiant beauty, my soul is the keep.
I'm rooting down to tempestuous magma.
Sprouting, blooming unchecked to teetering steep.
Opalescent aura bright,
I'm streaming conscious delight.
Magnanimous beacon of eternal love and light.
Colors profound, shocking, and stark.
I'm more than a person, these curls, this place, a shot in the dark.
In touch with my soul, spinning color wheel, visible spectral hallmark.
I'm special and I'm not.
Of and for this world, and definitively a different one apart.
A benevolence of contradiction and paradox from each start.
Making the most of this lucid dream
Until I awake, reinvigorated new life.
Having my same gregarious, defining, all-loving colorfilled-heart.


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