My OperaOptical Illusions
Wednesday, September 24, 2008 11:24:20 AM
Optical Illusions
With the sky high above cerulean blue,
the ghost of the old Cardinal, led him
over carpets glowing emerald and jade,
to surroundings of gold and yellow ochre.
Here his eyes were touched, by sharp
slivers of polished lapis lazuli,
cutting with neurosurgical precision,
paths of carmine passion in his brain.
But when he piped this painted story,
in gentle groups of ones and zeros,
down into transluscent optical fibres,
the mermaid failed to answer his request.
With the sky high above cerulean blue,
the ghost of the old Cardinal, led him
over carpets glowing emerald and jade,
to surroundings of gold and yellow ochre.
Here his eyes were touched, by sharp
slivers of polished lapis lazuli,
cutting with neurosurgical precision,
paths of carmine passion in his brain.
But when he piped this painted story,
in gentle groups of ones and zeros,
down into transluscent optical fibres,
the mermaid failed to answer his request.
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Skippyskippy-39 # Wednesday, October 29, 2008 7:00:23 PM
It's fascinating to think about where the encounter may have been and what form it took!