When truth exceeds your reaching grasp,
a leap or two may bring it down
and you, with it
upon firm ground.
Or scrambling up from on your ass
with wild, searching looks to see
if anyone's around,
and saw.
It's not as if, but more as seems
- what you caught in your hand
remains - but every aspect
you perceived has flown, now
and forever changed
by seizing it. And knowing this,
the truth you wished to know
is all.
It all seems small
and strange,
and unworthwhile. Until
you reach, and grasp
and miss
again.
And so, you'll gather up
yourself - another daring lunge
you'll undertake because you must,
but can't help feeling self-accused
somehow
it's only just
to entertain.
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