Kaleidoscope
The pieces are never lost, just rearranged.
The ever changing landscape. Each twist, each turn Brings something new, Something fresh, unseen. The patterns are never the same, Yet the shapes, the sequins Endure. Just rearranged, Fitting in a different way, In a different space, Reflected back For all to see. So am I. Twisted, Turned upside down. Yet still the pieces Are all inside me - Some broken, some whole. Shake them And they form a new pattern. Adapting, finding a new path, Reflecting back to the world What becomes The new identity. The kaleidoscope Turns and turns. As does life - Turning Until it stops. And all that is left Is the ever-changing pattern The proof of existence.



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