Carrying a torch in the blink of an eye

Drifting through clouds over people unaware,
past birds without care, across unessential air –
it’s everywhere: perfectibility is crushed
by an unblemished soul;
so breath in the fear and clear the morrows,
all begins here, all ends now
with one last look forward into the blue
and giving in to the quintessential –
no misgiving nor remonstrance,
only time will bring tangibleness back
when it casts its net after a doting heartbeat.

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