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Sometimes
I don't feel it there.
Other times, it pushes,
rattles around
making me aware of its presence--
its cold hard
thereness.
It doesn't have a name
it's just a lump
of awareness
a sometimes bother.
If I could give it a name
I could touch it,
I could grasp it,
I could pluck it
from its throne
and heave it
finally and forever
out into space.
But,
this feeling
this cold hard thing
cannot be named.
It won't allow me to make it tangible.
So for now,
I must be satisfied
to dance around its existence,
hovering,
and wondering
when it will
find its name
that it might go
and leave me in peace.
| NEXT? Why don't you look at No use by: Francis Duggan from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia |
