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I live where steady fails, too quick to hold and too bright to trust. A flame may borrow me, an old screen may show me, and your eye may catch me before I am gone. I am not quite darkness, not quite light, only the restless space between.

I’m a cloud that never floats in the sky, A sugary dream that quickly says goodbye. I’m spun into colors, fluffy and bright, A carnival treasure under the lights. I melt away with just one bite, A little bit of magic, a sugary delight. What am I?

You’ll find me in Mercury, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn and Uranus. But never Neptune, or Venus. What am I?

Often heard droning in church, congregation joining in verse. If the words evade you, just look at the back of the pew.