Feeling some poetry coming on…
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;
At once both breathtaking and unnerving.
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