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I try
I seek
A softer way to come unseen
I bend the light
I change the frame
Still you refuse a single name
I call you truth
I call you lie
I turn you slowly in my mind
Every face
Another view
Every answer splits in two
I reach for you
You fade like mist
A shape I almost feel exist
A ghost that moves
When I get close
Untouchable — you decompose
I shift my ground
I tilt the line
I circle you through space and time
Different words
The same refrain
I touch the edge, I miss again
I look from here
I look from there
You’re never where I think you are
Every angle breaks in doubt
Every proof just leaves me out
I reach for you
You disappear
A silent yes I almost hear
My open hand
Returns to air
You’re always near
But never there
Call it love
Call it God
Call it reason
Call it flaw
I reach for you
You change your form
Like mist before the coming storm
When I arrive
You slip through me
The thing I want
Is what won’t be
I try
I seek
And in the loss
You stay complete
The idea#
The beloved—or the absolute—will not hold still. Called truth and lie, turned slowly in the mind, every face another view, every answer splitting in two. Reach, and it fades like mist; arrive, and it slips through; “you’re always near / but never there.” Even the names we reach for—love, God, reason, flaw—feel like temporary nets.
Vocal trance’s nocturnal euphoria frames the chase as something almost holy in its failure. The angels are evasive not out of cruelty alone, perhaps, but because the thing wanted “is what won’t be.” And still, in the loss, “you stay complete”—a bitter metaphysical courtesy: the sought remains whole precisely by refusing capture.
