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by Venky

A kaleidoscope of colours both forbidding and vivid

The reeling mind gets sucked in a dark gaping whorl

Existence becomes fleeting, ephemeral and fluid

It’s a race against time to seek and find’s one soul

Laughing like a clown yet discharging the lament of the demented

Spinning on involuntary feet round and round in a dervish twirl

The spectacle becomes a paradox conflating purpose with the unintended

A cosmic curse the Universe contrives to hurl

Beginnings are devoid of ends; conclusions are euphemisms for start

Ah living, complicated art.

wk 219 vivid

(Word Count: 89)

Sammi Cox Weekend Prompt #219

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