Expectations, culture, family graft onto our eyes
A captivating child's toy, obscuring what's behind.
Stained glass shards just reassemble with a shift of view,
Wheeling like a mandala rolling through the pews.
Mythic hero, evil foil, strict but loving Dad;
Temper prone but all supportive Mother of the land.
Splintered echoes seen reflected over history;
We all share a lot as people, but what does it mean?
Is there some truth that underlies, or is it all pretense?
Are we simply overwhelmed without that fractured lens?
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