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BPLM 2017 / Issue Six
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The Weight of Time Night Blossom Stella Hao Photography
James Martinez-Baenen
The streetlights flicker on just after cold dusk fallstheir timing always did leave something to be desired. You are shaken out of your melancholic reverie by the biting breeze, the twinkling snow - doesn’t matter. You think maybe, this time, enlightenment has found you of its own accord, which is, after all, the only way it does. And you know Something is happening, you can feel It bubbling just below the surface - the apotheosis of your soul, without being too histrionic, is perhaps at hand. And the happiness this brings warms you like a Promethean Fire. But then it’s gone, of its own accord once again, leaving you to wonder if it was ever there at all.
And the happiness passes, leaving only its contours in your mind, like some fitful night’s sleep giving way to dawn.