Pendulums


What hangs from my eyes as
I look down?
A crystal pendulum spinning
In the sunlights rays

Maybe it spins for fear of something new being on the other side of it by the time
It gets back around?

A different environment.

Nothing special,
Just a brilliant green colour
Shattered among the hazel
Tinted fragments pieced together
the day I was born

As if a child were unhappy with his finished puzzle, too perfect for his life
It did not match so he changed it
Into the spaced out depths of my
Green pendulums, swinging.
-Benjamiin

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