Moving through a Kaleidoscopic dream;
trying to catch the colours as they drift,
impossible to seize...teasing a pensive mind,
a steady motion shifting...free-flowing,
like the azure; oceanic tide swells then ebbs.
Floating through the chinks of my digits,
a billowy mass...cloistered from the sane;
laughing hysterically at my own vision,
though madness is not a diversion I
perceive...just a quintessential poetic idea.