FRACTURED CATHEDRAL
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Turn the kaleidoscope’s brass cylinder~
watch the glass teeth chew daylight
into stained-glass sermons.
A priest of shattered color
preaches through the prism’s throat:
every fracture is a door.
You tilt it again~
suddenly the universe
is a hallway of falling
jewels, a riot of saints
with no faces, only
their bright, dissolving robes.
Teenager’s first epiphany:
Learning that beauty
is just rearrangement~
that the eyes themselves
are hungry
kaleidoscopes.
this poem was written for an online poetry class assignment in response to the above image
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