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the old railway tunnel in Peebles

Didn’t you see that blue light, then?

Blue can be imagined but you

must see it moving, tugging

on eyes, changing apparitions indigo and violet

Why is it moving? This veil.

What sparks have lit its everlasting

firework? Did you feel that bat? No, it was

just a drop of water, nature’s horror trick

a wicked sense of charm. Where

is the green coming from? It is only

imagined outside in light.

These are trees or blood vessels?

There can’t be trees in here.

no light, no shadows 

Last in last out, but

could there be someone behind me?

Something.