The Vanishing

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A perfect poem that a poet knew

(Or nearly knew) attempted to escape

From in his ribs and mind.  It almost grew.

He got a glimpse of it, its shining shape.

Then it was gone.  An artist almost caught

The flash required to fire his whole career.

It spread across his inner skull.  He sought

To grasp the form, but saw it disappear.

A shock wave from the cosmos rippled past

The lungs of Mendelssohn.  He felt its fang

In them.  They knew the light years source was vast

But what they held was like a tiny pang.

..Perfection’s particles pass through our space

….And briefly geniuses detect their trace.