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That Distant Figure

Out of body, and given wholly to mind

A nexus for life and time to bind

Again that distant figure walks away

 

So many times

Yes so many I’ve given chase

Only so that it may increase its haste

 

But now my being here I lay

I stay until it finally fades

Gone

And I’ll pursue no more.

 

Was I ever meant to catch it?

Who knows?

Yet still this figure comes and goes.

 

Neither looking nor speaking

It invites me not.

And I’ve cast it entirely out of thought.

Or so I say.

 

Tediously marching in endless space

It once seemed to have a familiar face

Though the eyes were always blank and empty.

 

Why then do I still wonder?

Where It may lead me if I follow

This silent figure with eyes so hollow.

 

 

 

 

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2 Comments

  1. Loved all of this!

    However my favorite stanza was;

    “But now my being here I lay

    I stay until it finally fades

    Gone

    And I’ll pursue no more.”

    Awesome!

    • Thanks Jerome! I like that line too, really seems to drive in the point of not wanting to chase this thing that doesn’t want to be caught!

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