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Grappling with a vision of the future

Grappling with a vision of the future

By Rosie Parkin (Lower Sixth)

 

I catch a glimpse of it,

As rivers of stars are caught between trees

By the flitting eye which too soon

Loses the flashing image that it sees.

 

It's difficult to make out,

Like the true colour of an iridescent scale

Which shimmers distractedly

And throws light too shiny, too pale.

 

It's even harder to imagine,

With a scope as great as that of outer space

And the present as insignificant

As it seems now, stuck in this place

 

Left only to glimpse at it

And make out what I can from the picture

Which I am striving to imagine:

Grappling with a vision of the future.

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