A Poem:
(1)
demons like chameleons
shifting shape as
water in the wind
coloring the visible
(2)
twists in perception
a sniff of blue
whirling control
out of mind in a crawlspace
(3)
whips of a tail
lash the opening
red of shade on undergrowth
shudders of decision
(4)
final transformation
gentle grasp of the defined
gold behind eyelids
liquid resolution.Sin-Jin