The After Image

An after image.
A reflection.
A shadow.
The fading remnants of a thing since spent.
A false verity, truly only a memory.

A man deceived hopelessly seeks these.
Yet sun and moon take turns playing him the fool.
Slowly snatching away a false glory of yesterday.
And through his endless pursuit he finds himself in a state of endless loss.

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