The Litter

Jostle, hassle, elbow bustle
In a swirling rainbow tussle
Caught and frozen, broken sheen
Now unites for one brief scene

Lonely in the dark I grope
The key's in my kaleidoscope

Confused faces change their places
Take up stances, exchange glances
Lost in multicoloured hues
There is no whole which I can choose

Lonely in the dark I grope
The key's in my kaleidoscope

In one face, one moment's fusion
Tealize the new illusion
Clutching fingers break the puzzle
Jostle, hassle, elbow bustle

Still out in the dark I grope
The key's in my kaleidoscope