Sometimes


Sometimes you get close
to the waterhole,
to the fabric
of all that surrounds you,
the ongoing, feeding
all you can conceive.

Then it happens,
analogy
strikes you with déjà  vu,
a sense of hurry.
You dive into the is,
desperately grasping at
all you recognize.

The future constantly
alludes you, runs ahead
of all intention,
fools you with almost.
The view.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2011-05-07 at 00:17

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countryfog
"analogy strikes you with deja vu" . . . "the future constantly alludes you" . . . and "fools you with almost". Simply brilliant Bob. A truth I could never have put into words.
2011-05-07