A Verse About…

i
can
see it,
closer and
within my grasp.
i reach for it… and yet
it
goes
away again.
why?
my grip is
tight
as
steel.
delicate china
my fingers care.
i
can
still
see it,
closer… and yet
further
away
somehow.
……
strange……?

The Rhyming Syringe