looking through kaleidoscopes   believing the option of freedom   that the random assimilations of color can pose   as they wind into patterns   and their brightness flows unhindered   as their link of adornment to the eye forges a fleeting find      the pallid dreams unwind   they are alive in new light   cause matter’s just made of dust   time is river flow   focusing can blind   but overtones that resonate through the sound of uncertainty   can simplify thinking in the giant scope   not feeding a life full of needing all the air-born reticulation   the target, on wheels, as we grind into habit      and though tightened frames once kept us near   i’m seeing cohesion’s not enough   can love be linked to a time?      the pallid dreams unwind   they are alive in new light   cause motion’s just made from rust   like is river flow;   focusing will blind and overwhelm   but let the thoughts take their course through uncertainty   and you will find you can’t live for solutions   stop before you start and accept the way things fall   there’s so much worth uncovering by relaxing your eyes