A Hair’s Breadth

I can see it  there

hanging by a thread,

the key to the universe

the secrets of mice and men

and I’m just a hair’s breadth away,

a hair’s breadth.

But the closer I move

it stays the same,

hanging there

on a thread

still just a hair’s breadth away.

Like the end of a rainbow

always out of reach

so I can never unlock

its door,

never discover 

its secrets.



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