We found a tear
In the fabric of the living.
We could feel the breeze of light.
Its warmth seemed genuine enough.
But as much as I flew
The light withdrew.
With each stroke
A little further away.
The masses hurtled by
What was left
Of tattered wing and tail
Borne of those blindfold efforts.
Ripping apart the weak
Snuffing out the light
single frame- multiple exposure photograph
I know this seems a little dark. I suppose global events are having some affect on me. However, I am not afraid. This time next year, this will be a memory. Perhaps a new paradigm for coming generations….perhaps not.
Be safe. Watch the sunrise, sunset, be grateful.
Peace to you