You searched for a certain color and impress
on which seeming eyes could feast…
Looking for yellow you found azure~
searching for crimson you discovered blood red
parsed in the semblance of a gesture.
Thru violet haze your gaze moved toward
and beyond the landscape
the calm before the storm.
An alchemy of prismed colors
under spell of vacillating vulnerability~
Quantum quotidian spacetravel.
Oscillating light and shadows.
Frailness of the existential living.
In times of change,
wild magic is afoot…
And such consumed
She jostles and shoves
a ferosciously stained paradox
bound by the seams of fate.
~Sasha M Jansen