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.

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