Interchangeable Matter

Oh oh not again

your slipping through my fingers you maleficent angel

Providing me false hope by softly placing yourself in my palms

Creating a state of comfort

Allowing me to grasp hold of you for life

But then you change


Slippling, slippling away

through my fingers

you slowly escape ,teasing me




I frantically attempt to grasp what I can

Hoping to keep what I need

Then before my eyes you dissipate into the air

vanishing and taking all that is good with you

Leaving me lost and clueless


That is until I strike your fancy again

and then you form into the  solid matter of light

There to comfort me through all the pain


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