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Beware the Colors are Changing
I am a soap bubble. Wave froth. Impermeable.
I am hardness. Black light. A countdown
of flashing digits, blinking off.
I am a candle. Extinguished. I cling
under rocks. In crevices.
I am an anvil. An iron mountain. Lightning
discloses the scar across my face.
I am a prophecy. Tomorrow’s shadow. Smug.
Time stretched to its thinnest membrane. Nothing
about me returns.
I’m metamorphosing. Light into speed into red.
Don’t wait for me.
© Johnmichael Simon
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