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By Bernard John Abraham

Jagged wisps of
eternity studded the sky on
feather-like projections that kept my eyes
fixated on them --
immobile,
unmoving, unblinking, as if
I was afraid to lose it.
For I know its ephemerality as a fact.
So I raised my hand to my eye
and froze the scene in my memory
where it would be held forever.