Kaleidoscope

I've crept into that dusted attic
...asked the cockroaches, for time-
their homes wouldn't be hurt, I promised-
It's just a corner I need;

I drew another pentagram,
and sought in those chalked lines
another form of protection-
safer than the blankets.

...and fought those crumbs of earth,
that flew around a little too gaily-
in that dreaded beam of light;

I've been cursed with a prism, you know-
it's just a bit too much of light, at first,
for eyes that see more-
than there ever will be;

Then it shatters,
…like the rainbow,
to the same old mediocris-
the ordinary;

Yet the roaches never leave me-
and I like them too.