Whatever Motives Are

To subject my often

unavailing creatures

to Kaleidogrammicization

tends to render features

which, when replicated

past the brink

of the imaginable, start

to make the viewer think

that something stranger

than perversity

obtains. Have they a mission? –

if not to quash adversity

than to promote the psyche’s 

cause? – to help to look inside

la condition humaine,

therein to ride

revealing unexampled

avenues of feeling

from which, far from seldom,

we’re left reeling

with a needling sense

some have supposed

is their covert intent: to leave

our troubled souls exposed?

Though seemingly ingenuously,

one of course will charm, and be

an unexpected avatar

of calm, disarming harmony.

It's hard 
to tell for sure.

Whatever motives are,

they’re rarely pure.

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