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 Robert Hayden Pursell at www.poetrypoem.com/rhp

Dripping with disillusion I stagger along until the ripe apples are near then I turn and run as fast as I can.

But speed is not the way, no, go back then stop when you cross the yellow line of caution.

for only then will you know how I must feel when the powder drifts into my eyes and blinds me.

I am so near yet so very far from your reality that I touch you as I pass and laugh at your brief deletion.

I have always been this near but you have never looked for me until now you silly cow.

I was once there with others but have since left for a period of solitude without the screaming of the gulls upon my tender ears.

I will be back never fear for I too will become disillusioned with the brief deletion of my passing over into the now of my detention.

Wait for I hear my screaming tell me to return to you.

I come with dispatch be ready to catch my passing for I am almost upon you.

I see you ahead through the blinding speed of reverse allusions.

Ready, set fold me unto you for I am returned...


Robert Hayden Pursell








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