Mixed Media: Paradox

Paradox I see all of my selves at once in strange places. The paradox often finds me. I'm walking across refractions. The distortion inspires me. My head contains the universe. The weightlessness expands me. Looking through the kaleidoscope The images spellbind me. Spiraling upward on a Jetstream The vortex liberates me. Perceiving the colors a dog sees My eyes and my ears inform me. Stretching away from the weird-scape, encountering forcible opposition, normal arrives to observe me. The repressive world tells me I'm crazy. The irony does not escape me.