Patchwork

I shuffle divergent patterns.

They’re constantly changing.

Everything was always there, and yet each time

there’s a surprise that this time

things arrange themselves strangely,

unfamiliar and unfitting

to the molds ingrained in my brain.

Since my teenage years, many things have changed.

New realities have emerged,

layered on top of the old ones.

These fresh patterns resemble a sugar coating on a cake.

Despite their bitterness,

they form a tasty and growing circle of stories.

The means are a kaleidoscope.

From above, everything is neat.

Nothing ties to Earth.

Everything floats in the air.

It is fulfilling and refreshing

like spring rain

towards the sun's perspicacity.

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