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Grasping (#4)

You think you understand
but then you don’t.

The truth slips away
like silk
through your fingers.

You are helpless,
caught up in the knowledge
that you almost knew.
The idea that you
almost
understood.

Try again,
and again
the concept dissolves
right before your eyes.

Like smoke
on a windy day,
here only for a moment,
then gone
forever.

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