It is a blinding flash of light
brilliant, red, green, white
and it sears your eyes
and heart as it
parts the real from the real
and all the years that were
    are here
and all the years to go
    are here
and all the memories, every one,
conflate into a second
and life, that brilliant,
painful thing -
came in a second
and left in a flash.
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