Mystery, Mystery

The doctor was joyful

My mother's new hope

They pulled me from blood

And pronounced me "kaleidoscope."

Capsule of beauty

Object of stares

My pieces distorted

And nobody cares

For if I'm to be lovely

I must be concealed

The mundane mechanics

Cannot be revealed

Mystery, mystery

That's all you view

You refuse to see less

Than a plaything for you

So twist me and turn me

To fit your desires

I will be glitter

And gemstones and fire

This mystery disqualifies me from power

But mystery hungers you 'til you devour

Kaleidoscope woman, irrational blur

You won't change the lens, and you'll never know her.