Can colour claim to read between the lines
And paint fey portrait of each secret smile?
Nuances noting, can it reconcile
Chance extrapolations, sundry signs
Of the mind's ambitions, the designs
Link-locked within a bandwidth waves's confines,
Open doors, which, hidden seem to guide
Unexpected steps to answers bona fide.
Response and recognition each defines
Coded motives which tastes rainbow's shines
Laser beams of truth which will abide:
An insight into what occurs inside.
If from truth's spectrum something's infra re[a]d,
Much ultra may be drawn for years ahead.
(27 January 1993)
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