Echosightings, Vol 1 THE LAST OF THE LIGHT?

Everywhere
there are
flickers
From the rants
of a bus shelter
Madman
to the heart-stopping
Beauty
of a new artist's
Oeuvre
amidst an arrogantly mundane
Curio bazaar
Random acts of
kindness
And songs
long thought forgotten
bursting from the
Lips of eye-pierced
YouthWe're still raging Tennyson!
And though each flicker seems
the last
It merely paints a stroke leaving
Space
for the next