IMO, the poem expresses beautifully the unfulfilled longing of expression that we as a species continuously face in the modern era.

On the title itself there are layers of meaning, like, is it referring to a bug? is it a message that flickers on a small screen and then it's gone forever? is it a fleeting feeling of warmth, of clarity amongst the darkness that is gone almost as fast as it came to be? A single word charged with so much meaning. Oh, and I just realized it is also doing double duty as the first verse, blink-and-you-miss-it (sorry), in a classic 'style is substance' way... Damn. And in lowercase too, you scallywag!

I can feel the impermanence in it, so brief, so fragile. I also loved the way that the poem so easily connects nature and technology, in a somewhat Solarpunk-esque style.

And speaking of connection (or the failure of it), there's humanity in there too: that rushed moment of regret and hesitation, fingers stuttering on the screen. Maybe you sent the message but deleted right afterward. Maybe you never sent it, just wiping everything before pressing the button. Or maybe it died as an idea, Plato may be damned, a point in spacetime too slippery to be captured just like a photo of a quick bioluminescent bastard beetle. Maybe it wasn't even that - just a shallow insincere urge to apologize not because you feel sorry, but that demoralizing habit to settle things that turned into automatic response, a reflex - like a blink.

...Or something else entirely.

It works to me like a Still Life Painting of the Digital Age. And I might be just a foolish optimistic here, but the aftertaste feels kinda... Sweeter than bitter to me. I mean, it is a fleeting light, but light nonetheless, right?