Flamboyant, flowing, fluid,
akin to mischievous stream,
etched in my mind.
Prior to blink of an eye,
or trace of breath,
lashed away by time.
A festering belief
loiters in solitude,
gaze nailed on the horizon.
Waiting for inferno
a flash of truth in the future
or grim opaqueness of a hazy mind?
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