This creature
That you think
You see
Is not
Was never
Never will be
Me.
There is only
An iridescent
Insubstantial
Rainbow
Shimmering in a sparkling sea
Of many strange and dangerous
Wonderful
Temporary things
Of fangs and claws
Of gleaming, multicoloured wings
Of velvet featherbeds
Of bejewelled gardens
Which shimmer, dance
Whisper, sing
And try to cling
I smile
There is nothing there
The light is clear
Everlasting light.
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