A Flickering Light

Speeding through the dark of night,
Just me, the stars, and the endless city.
I felt so free, so pure, and absolutely indestructible.

A row of lights comes flashing by,
Each one blazes a fake bright white.
Except for one, a single beautiful iridescent light.

That single light shone so true,
Flickering off then back on again.
A never ending steady beat.

Speeding through the dark of night,
I sat to watch the imperfection of the light.
The slightest blemish that made it perfect.

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