An Imaginary Trick Of The Mind
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Mark Heathcote
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I am only a shadow of light
a syrupy dewdrop waiting to fall
suspended for a moment;
a rainbow on its journey
where two ends never meet
but if you blink, there are no loose ends at all.
There never was a rainbow
it was all an imaginary trick of the mind.
Trying its best to fathom light-years on
one thought following another
since the dawning of time, anon - anon - anon.
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