brisance

my light is dying.
it flickers
and sparks.
I can smell the oil
that spits out,
unused,
wasted,
the temperature too low
to ignite.

my light is dying.
as am I.
too much
too much of nothing
crowds my sphere.
hopeful
foolish
taking things offered, like a
dumb Trojan.

my light is dying.
watch it fade.
closely
closely, understand
that I am
more than
my light.
and I have bandwidth unseen
by your eyes.

my light is dying.
look away
quickly
quickly, I exhale
the fifth word
the one
I know.
shield your eyes for I am burning
brisant gold.

my light is dying.
but only
as you
as you perceived it.
I am strong
and have
been here.
I know the way out of darkness
e'en alone.


William F. DeVault.  all rights reserved.