The Light That Blinds

The light flowed down from the sky
as silken waves
smashing into harsh landscapes.
I stood.
I stood and watched
the light’s metamorphosis into flakes of snow.
The light then held me as I waited for something more.
But as flakes of snow reached me
I realized they were ashes,
and the light changed.
No longer holding me.
Now holding me down.

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