Hitting And Missing Poem by GRANT FRASER

Back to the feeling,
idea or equation,

the attempt...

reveal or release,
the strip
that lies furthest
away,
from the mind, and eyes,

like a drop of rain
pressing heavily
down upon a leaf,

that a thought
could have such weight,

should equate?

entering through
the nylon,
then the mettle,

Sometimes I think -
well it's maybe better
not to know,

even though a smile
is just another smile,
and ten hundred others
could knock you senseless,

even though,
two thoughts
might travel
and arrive
at the same place,

a revelation at hand,

will not happen,
because of propriety
and fear,

that second that
sticks onto two
perceiving faces,

without any graces,

just flesh absorbing
what it can,

without the whole
wide world,
finding out...