Poised

Here and Now is very far away
As an idea I caught it once
Flapping from the pages of a picture book.

It caught me once and then again
As I looked for it in situations
where essence was a foreground thing
and background was the world.

(We talk in living colours)
( The walls of the room resonate)

It's a long time ago
and foggy days
have fallen on
the contours of change.
We range over wide fields
and the magic shriek is heard
hither,
is seen only
as a shape vanishing
Now and here
somewhere.

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