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In Search of a Word
There's a word for it;
One of my favorite words;
It often crosses my mind
as is the case presently.
But it always evades me.
Its meaning seems to always
find space in my life's spear,
and I'd be pleased if I could
retain it for good usage.
But it always evades me.
It often walks onto the doorsteps
of my mind and camps out at
the doorway of my heart.
But it always evades me.
It is a physics kind of word
that speaks of time and space,
of being in a state of indecision
or immobilization, only to be mobilized
or influenced by an outside force.
But it always evades me.
If I shall ever recall it again,
I must document and shelter it in a
special place so that I can utilize
it at will. That word fits my life and
circumstances like a customized garment.
But it always evades me.
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Curtis Johnson
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