Vision Thing

[Psimon]

Vision Thing

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White.

So small -

almost can't make them out

but they're there,

swimming in a black sea.

Colours begin to compete

in this triathlon

Reds, blues.

So many shades

and tones.

So many competitors.

Which one will emerge

victorious?

Who can say?

Is it a fickle choice of the Fates?

Or perhaps a random, infinite number

run through a hash that makes

the government look like a kid

with a decoder ring?

No clear sight of what they are.

Particles or beams of pure light energy.

Who can say?

Then, in the blink of an eye

they're gone.

Obliterated.

So sad.

I open my eyes to look at you.

So sad.

[Peredhil]

For some reason, I thought of a old computer monitor, or one of those old black-and-white television sets, warming up after being turned on.

 

Which I'm sure has nothing to do with this, but there you are.