“Patterns”
(Brad Kleiman)

Create the patterns
with your eyes
and your fingers

Remake the cavern
Withhold the prize
from the real winners

I know it’s imaginary,
but it fools me, too
All the patterns vary,
but each one seems true


Make a kaleidoscope
with your eyes
and your hands

Mail out your envelope
Wait for reply
It never lands

I know it’s imaginary,
but it fools me, too
All the patterns vary,
but each one seems true