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Hands taut, I attempt again; to breathe underwater. Neck stretched, I am on the hunt; to catch a strand of fragrance.

When I realize that the veil has lifted, it is already too late. Sight shivering, I attempt again; to make sense of koans.

Heart hammering, I am in the dance; to catch a brief embrace. When I realize that the music has begun, I am already too late.

Mouth-watering, I attempt again; to sound a perfect note. Eyes-tearing, I am at wonder; to hear a quickening beat.

When I realize that the arms are open, I am already there. Love warming, I succeed again; I am a particle.

Truth knowing, I am at peace; I am the madrigal. When I realize that I'm crying, I am already smiling.

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