Titans

Look:

a spark,

surging through

the dark.

“A flare?”

“Light,”

I’m told,

“Doesn’t exist

here.”

Look:

Blackness.

The light is fading.

“Bright things do.

It’s just how it is.”

“Why are you being

so cynical?”

“Would you prefer

a lyrical? I don’t know

if I can sing, but I’ll give

it a shot.”

Look:

darkness.

“What are you looking

at?”

“Nothing now.”

“I thought you saw

a light.”

“It’s gone. There’s only

night.”

Look:

There it is again,

brighter this time.

It’s swinging round

and climbing to the sky,

“Do you see it now?”

“I’m not blind.”

“Is that–?”

“Oh my–”

Look:

[silence]