Epistle of Illuminated Shards

At the farthest end of the kaleidoscope, 
prisms tilt toward each other at an angle.

This is one way a few gathered shards
multiply: along the river walk, ten 

tall cypress trees become twenty 
tall cypress trees, vivid green 

mirrored in water. Like secret histories, 
an infinity of patterns expands with each 

rotation. Fractals of ice, tendrils 
of fire; letters of unknown alphabets 

resembling their plain selves before 
receding again into mystery. There doesn't 

seem to be an end to what light can do, 
even with all these broken pieces.