Spin the card and watch the hand move
make a fist and open wide
Fooled by persistence of vision
we all assume we’re on the same ride
Across the years the untold millions
a secret vision has been maintained
a life beyond the fourth dimension
a secret life left to be gained
a paradox inside the instant
a tiny serpent coiled inside
the motion of the second hand
a loss of breath and those who died
may know its name as we may not
perhaps beyond the quiet end
there remains the persistence
of a vision that peeks round the bend
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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