Sometimes I see a person walking
Towards me or away, I cannot tell.
Frozen with delight, this mundane puzzle
resolves itself with mere shards of time.
But in that instant of uncertainty,
In that moment of weightless doubt
Time ceases its ceaseless march, as
Transcendence slips its frightened feet
Into the cloth of my being. Stay forever,
I plead. Then, intellect, like the immature, childish, cold uncle
Who shatters the dreams of Santa, of fairies, of wrestling
And god, shoos away these pesky vestiges
Of an atavistic life with one sweep of reason’s brush.
And I, helpless against these rapacious mistressesContinue on, without thought, towards the grocery store.
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