In My Mind’s Eye

Sometimes I sense you,
Evanescent, dancing
On the edge
Of consciousness.

My psyche pursues,
Captivated, yearning
To catch a
Will-o-the-wisp.

You elude my grasp,
Mischievous, escaping
Chimera
In my mind’s eye.

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