Cornucopia | Kaleidoscope

Whenever I’m asked to
Define life,
I impede myself
From a hastened,
Supposed denotation.
For I, (my life), am
Cornucopia of instants
Like a collection of sorts.

Whenever they ask
What I’m made of,
I reckon,
And say,
Kaleidoscope of Words,
For I am the words
Knotted into a piece
Bled into the void
Fledged into the realms
Of this and any other world
That ever existed.