Flicker
An infinite midsummer’s night
Glass after glass of cold water
Ever so gently passed my way.
No slaking; never!
The immensity of the thirst of pain and shock and disbelief
One hand then another, and still
Not perceiving the enormity
Of that infinite instant.
Scents; flickers of a retained memory.
Hands.
Sensing, seeing a vapor
Disperse. Dissolve. Depart.
But not with my eyes.
I held a butterfly
No more.
Glass after glass of cold water
Ever so gently passed my way.
No slaking; never!
The immensity of the thirst of pain and shock and disbelief
One hand then another, and still
Not perceiving the enormity
Of that infinite instant.
Scents; flickers of a retained memory.
Hands.
Sensing, seeing a vapor
Disperse. Dissolve. Depart.
But not with my eyes.
I held a butterfly
No more.
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