Here I stand on the tips of my toes
Reaching, reaching
For that elusive marble
Of truth
Of comfort
Of that which will save my soul

And here I stretch
My thoughts as if to the edge of the shelf
which is the universe
To take that marble, that pebble
How I long to touch it
My fingertips,
my very fingerprints
Elongate in my effort
for that inaccessible feeling
Of peace

@April 2, 2005

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