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| image courtesy of Magpie Tales |
Worlds divide
With each decision we make
Splintering fractals
With each turn of the cylinder
Left or right
The kaleidoscope beads shift
Morphing one pattern
Into another
A few degrees clockwise
There's a bit more red
And you're a suburban mom with three kids
A few degrees counter
And some blue appears
You're a dancer struggling with an eating disorder
Make a complete circle
And now
You see more green
You're the top telemarketer for credit card insurance
And you still live with your mom
And a collection of comic books and porn
When you see one pattern
Where are the others?
When a choice is made
Are the others gone?
Or are they just waiting elsewhere?
