There are those fleeting thoughts that come to you
Brilliant and timeless
Tapped in to the divine spark of creation
They flare like fireworks exploding
And you can’t turn away
So they fade
You know you had them
For an instant
Eternal and timeless revelations of truth
Ephemeral as the bubbles in a flute of champagne
And just as heady
When you try to recall
Exactitudes of complex mysteries
Collapse ensues
Choose your metaphor at this point
Of a house collapsing
Could be cards or sand
You know there’s going to be a lot of dust
Any attempt to apply pressure causes an explosion
All that’s left is the sum of the parts
But not the equation
So there is no proof
You know you had them for an instant
Revelations and truth
David Trudel © 2013
