On a stretch of desert, for the moment my home, the luminous vision silenced me like a blinding laugh. I knew without asking the answer. It was foretold before I spoke. There was no need to want what I already had. The blossoms of invisible substance took impossible form. I could hold in my hands the petals of regret or let chance flower on the stem. The course of my destiny was already determined by me. The juncture I saw was a reflection of my doubts and as ephemeral as the miracle of water that flowed before my eyes. The beauty was unspeakably real and lost the instant I sought to question its existence.

Excerpt from Light-Years in the Dark: StoryPoems (see more)

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