Unsubstance
Elusive, quick, a wisp of spectral smoke,
you, as a twinge that flickers in the eye,
haunt the corners of sight; you mystify
perception—such the awe you so evoke.
Arcane, abstruse, veiled in a phantom cloak,
you, as a fleeting shadow passing by,
confuse the intellect; you do defy
detection—all instincts you ill provoke.
In those moments, when(briefly)you appear
as a fast flash,—only to flitter from
reality,—a momentary zap
in a surging current,(you’re hard to hear,)—
yea in those moments, left behind, struck dumb,
I wonder mutely,—“have I made you up?”
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