I can see...
Some people coming
From depths of forest behind
And standing in an order
Nice and straight,
One by one
In a line.
And I see...
A sheen georgette,
coiling them all up inside.
Wrapped are they all.
They know that I see,
But not hesitant,
In the eyes.
I also see...
Same glass pieces,
Between the edgy slopes
Inside a smooth cylinder.
Yet different with each jerk
Every single time
They're kaleidoscope.