Wishful thinking
I hold by the tip of the tail
The beast that represents all knowledge.
I pull and I pull and I yell, “I just want to see you.”
But it only snakes its way
Deeper into a hole in the ground.
Sometimes I gain the upper hand and think the task possible –
Until it breaks wind and sends me staggering back,
A clear reminder of where I stand.
8:21:19 PM  Poems
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