A Fleeting Glimpse
to boil the blood.
In your darkest hour, a flicker of light—
The imperishable void comes alive in a flash and you squint to find equilibrium, pupils recoiling violently. As your focus deepens, you can see the ephemeral glimmer before you is illuminating something previously unseen, something beautiful and real. It is a fleeting glimpse, bestowed upon you—God knows why—like a sun ray piercing the darkness and awakening some ancient seed buried deep in the coffers of your heart. Time bends to your breath as you are held there basking in the warmth of this vision, just long enough for the light of its enchanting picture to imprint upon your memory card; for the seed of desire to germinate. At last, there’s hope. Birds sing. Is that a halo? You walk the halls of the cancer ward grinning like a shot fox, drunk on cheap dopamine from the glimpse lighting up your phone. It’s all going to be okay.
And then, most abruptly, the light is gone.