Fleeting Light
- Nevyn Jerez
- 1 hour ago
- 1 min read
He peered through a spot
wiped from his misted bedroom window.
Flashing across the gaping black above
was a streak of glistening light.
It was a glowing hand reaching out
to the singer,
to the writer,
to the runner,
to his heart, gradually dimming—
But he’s just another dreamer boy.
The debris of rock turned to ash,
a desolate disintegration.
The condensation refills the glass.
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