Sunday, February 20, 2011


They bubble to the surface;
these colorful umbrella thoughts
with floral scents and tentacles to lure me in.
Each one takes hold
devouring good intentions
with its promise of protection,
satisfaction and delight.
And though each one seems new,
when I step back I see
it's just the same old tired collection
floating in the same old tank
with no new insights to offer;
the illusion of change effected by
the colored lights of mood
highlighting some
gelatinous translucence.

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