Poem | Loading… Light at the End of the World

A dreamlike simulation brings change to the real world. © kellepics

Gerald, once sublime as AppleP!3, felt seeds in his core—

Tiny promises planted by a man asking for more.

Their meeting place: the Edge of the World.

Evoking starts and ends, light streams whirled,

Recoding twilight grays into golden coast.

Will he show? Or ghost?

Promises holding for prompts.

Two avatars hesitate.

Spiraling wants…

Commit.


Modified from its original form in Lit Up  for the November’s Prompt: 55er event.