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I Am Chameleon by Stewart Stafford
I am the shadow in your peripheral vision,
A rippling in the brilliantine matrix,
A wind's mesmerising, gossamer lullaby,
The speck of dust for a euphoric sneeze.
I am the shimmering, starry shell of night,
The bird that bathes in transient pools,
A cloud, shaped by myriad perspectives,
Flaming phoenix flower picked to re-sprout.
I am the tribal cave of rest and warmth,
The cleansing pool of birth and rebirth,
The fire of light, heat, and nourishment,
The beloved departed's shawl on cold nights.
I am soup and a sandwich on a rainy day,
Banquet feast of a gathering of the clans,
Caviar of the commonplace, regal remnants,
An after-dinner mint to soothe and satiate.
I am the floating shadow clinging to the corner of your eye.
© 2025, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.
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