a mosaic is an illusion;
the beauty you see is only broken
pieces.
it only looks like what you
expect it to.
I am that illusion.
Constantly
shape-shifting;
rearranging these fragments,
learning how to reflect back the patterns you
expect to see.
Do not come
too close.
There is no coherence here.
Nice
Enjoyed this, dolphin.
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I Love This Human Poem
We are all mosaics, approach with caution - marvelous write (after 33 weeks) :D slc