Like an object falling
through dark water-

where are you?

My devotion to you
was certain as something hidden
stays hidden.

If you were to be saved
like light in a bell jar
or a large glass house-

what would you be?

The dream moves faster
than the dreamer; the small
silver fish darting away

from Goliath will live
only to escape. Once,
I caught you

like a burning stone
in my palm and just as quickly
dropped you.

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