A kaleidoscope of vibrant colors
Of a thousand scattered pieces
Arranging and re-arranging every second
Into a million beautiful patterns
Like a child, I watch,mesmerized
By the ever-changing beauty of change
I stand detached as the scattered
Pieces regroup into patterns strange
I turn the tube in part hope, part fear
My hands force locked in continuous motion
Turn after turn I move in awe
Driven by the quest for an elusive perfection.
The pieces move again and scatter
Shining in the reflective play of light
To take the exact same place
As they had done once before
A thousand little pieces
In the exact intricate same way
A snapshot from distant memory
That time forgot to take away
It could be a betrayal of the eyes
Lost I stare without a clue
Or was this strange bewilderment
That what they call a déjà vu?
