My Vexing Muse

Glimpse me, pray to me,
beseech me.
I am real.
Dream of me, search for me.
Wake in your drubbing day and cry
for me to come.
I watch you in turmoil,
watch you sick in the boredom of
your plastic world, all promise and no substance.

But where can we meet? We both search.
Can I trust you? Can you trust me?
Am I only a vexing phantom bedeviling you?
No, I am walking in your footsteps.
Accept me. Be patient, I am real.
Be patient, I am here.
Listen hard, strain. I am screaming from where I am to you.
Almost always, it seems there is a vast chasm between us.
But,never give up on me. We will connect.

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