The moments of greatest rapture and joy
Instants of pain slipped between ribs
Are both united in ephemera, brief
A candle flickers, gutters, fails
Even as the burned fingers it caused
The dazzling light it shone in the dark
Linger on, afterimage and second-degree

This post is a response to FOWC With Fantango‘s May 30, 2020 prompt, “transitory.” Many thanks to Fish of Gold for the suggestion!

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