no feeling ever stays
no idea persists for all time
no street home or yard
triumphant jobs
awards and trophies
symbols of superiority
bright here and gone
like the sweep of a searchlight
lit shapes come and go
all spurred on with a
magnificent urgency
one like a thunderclap
a glittering fountain
attention shifts
the beam is elsewhere
all merging back into one
one is empty like the sun
unbearably bright with no ego
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