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Kaleidoscope
We have all nursed illusions: give us the right ones!
And all of us dream Dreams: let us dream bright ones!
—Joe Ruggier
I’m a man of many shards
and, unless seen together in
all of its fractured wonder,
as incomplete as any.
One flick of the hand and
I turn into something new al-
together, leaving what’s
old and gone changed forever.
Before I lifted the spell of my
random glitter, I lived inside the
secrecy of broken glass and
opportunities I feared.
My fragmentation negated
the way I used to be, and there’s
a hidden rift I can’t quite touch
behind these splinters of deceit.
Numerous facets shift and just
resist fully falling into place,
except for this flaky, shattered
jumble of lights lacking scope.
And yet, my flickering purples,
greens, reds and other clueless
colors impulsively glimmer even at
night like stars, scattered and all.
Eternities of the unknown shall
unlock the imminent solution
to my old enigmas, despite these
jagged edges closing in.
Held against the sun or a nearby
lamp, I quickly tend to appear
what I must have been indeed:
poised, light, and all in one piece.
© 2003 Freddy Niagara Fonseca
First printed in 2004 in The Neovictorian/Cochlea
Second printing in August 2005 in The Iowa Source on line edition
Two stanzas were added in June of 2006
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