Dark Kaleidoscope
In the dark of obsidian night, kaleidoscopic colors dance, swirling, twisting, turning, reeling like a dancing box of Crayola crayons. The eyes play tricks you see, when they have a black velvet canvas on which to, imagine a plethora of worlds. I see pigments reeling with faeries and I know there’s more to come if I just walk into that dark kaleidoscope and join the festivities.
Within the darkness
Elemental’s partying
Psychedelic blooms.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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