Dear Diary,
Feeling some poetry coming on…
The Kaleidoscope
Infused with light
Dazzles with brilliant vibrant color.
The shapes spin etched and clear.
In the darkness
The hues become sullenly muddled.
The figures huddle upon themselves
In a murky mass.
I make the shapes come much too close.
The sharp edges penetrate;
The colors spill into my eyes.
Whirled by unseen hands;
I see
A dimension
Unusual
At once both breathtaking and unnerving.
Dear Diary .... by Kellianne Sweeney 
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