Romeo Naces Poet Imagism

Unlit and Muted

A ripple, then a bubble,

     sparkling in the light,

          swaying to the sound;

I was there, I was told,

     blinking in the light,

          frightened by the sound;

I am here, I can tell,

     guided by the light,

          eased by the sound;

I'll be there, no need to tell,

     blinded by the light,

          stunned by the sound;

And in the unlit here

     and the muted now,

          I surely won't be around.

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