Monday, 22 September 2014

From There and Never Back Again

A beam of light upon my tabletop
Intensely bright and bold
A memory born of first and last
A view now past, eight minutes old

Though remarkably unnoticed
Unless caught by idle eyes
In drifting states of all around
Where discovery lives and dies

The sound around gives little clue
To long run chaos schemes
I must suppose though no one knows
Apart from those who capture dreams

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