Pass the While

He reached the End,

and resolved to find

the Light within,

its glare, its shine.

The glinting Fate,

to shimmer, blind.

Feather fall-weight?

That weight, behind.

A toast, Old Friend,

mischievous smile,

brought forth, within,

to pass the while.


© CGT, 2017.

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