Linear Perspectives by Jose Luis Marquez

If time were a color 
I’d be a prism of hues 
in the kaleidoscope of space 
forever shifting to red
I am everywhere and nowhere 
yet nothing at all 
a figure eight of infinity 
not far from the start 
Blazing like a comet 
untethered in the sky 
Soaring high I rise
I’m a snow leopard 
wished for and cursed at 
then not wished at all 
I’m the past 
stuck in the present 
I cultivate history 
picking ripe limes
I’m a wide-body piano 
making sounds of time 
Arrested in development 
not growing at all 
Looking within 
like a grain of sand 
stuck outside an hourglass
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