Rain in the background of '70s sci-fi on TV.
It's dark. The evil scientist has our heroes
in a trap. His cave is a labyrinth stuccoed
with fragments of mirrors, polished corundum,
agate, jasper. Flashes off curving walls
confuse the eye. A short distance off the screen,
out the window, something flickers. I turn,
it's gone. This happens again. Meanwhile,
our heroes have a plan. It involves
the power of thought to bend reality.
I face the window. Sooner or later
the clouds will flicker again. This time
I will see it.
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