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| It begins as brilliance |
| a fiery flash in time that beckons for
a second--an instant |
| a hope in the world beyond the heat and flesh
and life |
| that we reside in now. |
| And I pause for a moment or
two |
| to ponder its force |
| watching it fade fore I can decipher the
meaning |
| to find a message in the
distance. |
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| The rumblings of approaching thunder and
trains |
| frightens the light |
| closes a doorway that perhaps should
not have been open to these eyes |
| and time continues |
| and carnivals buzz with movement and
emotion |
| and waves quietly carry the laughter out to
sea |
| as people continue to wane |
| while living. |
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