Multifaceted Poem by Zoe Nyght

Amidst a raucous background, I blend myself
with the noise
as a chameleon does.
I crawl through pulsing colors on painted walls,
cloning rhythm
with technical ease.

The next time, though, I am quiet, and colorless
insecure.
Locked in place
sweat forms on my frantic lip as
I am smeared against the vibrant
talking ceiling,
stark-naked, the only thing I have to offer is my own
crystal silence,
reflective in the light.


(This is supposed to be aligned in the middle. This is not its true form.)



[October 23rd,2004]