looking so long the
eyes go out of focus
dimly remembering
the maze, the chase,
not something that
sticks in your gut
but as the clouds
clear it can be seen
and we see the
changes the challenges
that we once know by
rote, by heart,
so that however many
times questioned
the answer would be
right there on the tongue
waiting in all its
readiness to come forth
just as the meaning
of dreams emerge
like memories of
yesterday or beyond
and we get pats on
the back, handshakes,
because it all came
out perfectly
and we wonder if it
will always be so
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