Ever reaching, ever near
Ever close, that we might hear.
Only echo, never word
Dream-like and seldom heard.
Not just past, but future, too
Often only seconds new….
Sometimes racing past our thought.
Sometimes something that we sought
But more often still, just waiting there –
A glimpse of future seconds rare.
And then we know just what we’ll do
When future glimpses start anew…
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