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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