Poem: A blaze of glory (K | 68w)
For lolitaray.
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A blaze of glory.
Golden boy,
look at that golden
boy. Tired as dust,
beautiful as the tail of a comet.
He’s burning far too hot for oxygen,
hurtling in dizzying headfirst trajectory.
Watch him, they say,
they say.
Watch him carve his path across that night sky.
Don’t look away.
Because in the end,
he’s going to burn so bright
that even the light of the sun will pale
by comparison.
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A blaze of glory.
Golden boy,
look at that golden
boy. Tired as dust,
beautiful as the tail of a comet.
He’s burning far too hot for oxygen,
hurtling in dizzying headfirst trajectory.
Watch him, they say,
they say.
Watch him carve his path across that night sky.
Don’t look away.
Because in the end,
he’s going to burn so bright
that even the light of the sun will pale
by comparison.