I am an Alternate

At first I was a rock

I went nowhere and yet

Everywhere at once

If Picasso hadn't told me

What life was worth

I'd have never seen

The spectrum before me 

Shine so beautifully

If I were to open  

A light of lurid surroundings is now me

An Alternate 

As I change for eternity






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