Streams


Our minds are unique oceans
In goldfish bowls,
With colours we cannot always name
And some waves without a way yet,
Bubbling over each other,
Beauty circling without an escape.
Sometimes it takes another, looking in,
To see the sophisticated patterns the 
Swirls make against the glass 
And call out the streams. 



Copyright LJ 2020

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