Kaleidoscope

Through the tunnel we crawl,

Crushing claustrophobia; carefully

Leaving our sepia stained notions

Stuck on neglected pages.

Waiting for the descendants,

To clear the layer of dust

That clouds our enigma.

Swiftly tearing through this

Suffocating smog; smiling

At the prospect of sweet release.

Never looking back to consider,

Our lack of interest in our own ancestors.

Did they leave us their own traces in vain?

Then I am engulfed in resplendent colour.

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[KurKota]

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