You
think you
recognize
the forms
but
just as soon as
understanding
warms
toward
a comfortable
outcome,
suddenly
you’re
outdone
by
your certainty
you’ve
missed.
Nothing
tallies
with
what’s on your list.
You
cannot name
the
things you’re seeing.
Doesn’t
seem
enough to call it “Being.”.
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