Letters to Euturpe – Three Strange Poems

Kaleidoscope
Circular rings of hope
Falling crystals
Tumbling wise
Sparkling bright
Inside our eyes

Notable
Not able?
No table?
Elbaton
El baton?
Elb Aton?
El ba ton?
Who knows?

Original
Not like you.
Not like me.
It isn’t her,
Him, or she.
It is something
Some thing
All so
Brand new
You’ve never
Seen it
Ever before.
Until suddenly
You do.

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