Haiku – Glitter Ball

Mating ritual
Under sparkling silver globe
You lead I follow

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Tanka – Metamorphosis (an Address)

I clear mirror mist
my Dad’s face stares back at me
his voice a whisper:
“Two score and eight years ago,
you were born for this moment”

The Square Root of Minus One (i)

I am your least logical conclusion
I defy all convention
Trying to figure me out would be pointless…
As; I don’t exist
Or do I?
No longer part of your illogical equation
I’m an ideal
Come closer, feel my brilliance
I make all sense and no sense at all
Dismiss me at your peril
I am…
The square root of what you once had