Concentric Circles

Concentric Circles
Quizmo LaGrande

Concentric circles of color
Lineate my every whim
As we stand paralleled,
Floating on square mirrored tiles,
Cooled cubes, reflecting smiles
In concentric rings
Expanding to only more,

Nothing less

Than blue fires smoldering,
Igniting red spires, glowing
In triangular depths

Of in-betweens.

Fingers grope curves and corners
In oblique places, acute performers,
Willing to widen life’s informers,
Concentrically increasing

Into angled space releasing,
Rainbows behind the scenes—
The triangular depths

Of in-betweens.

In-between marriages,
In-between crap,
In-between children, fathers, and rap,
In-between arguments, heaven and hell,
And hopefully finding

A wave that will swell
To carry us off,

And sweep us away
In concentric rings
Of color.

Eyes in a loop only hurricanes conjure,
Peaceful eyes for a moment
That wind, whip and wander
Demanding submission,

Dappled...

In-between
The out-of-bounds.