The Shape Of The Thing

The shape of the thing
Mysterious, and
Not quite opaque
Inscrutable, bland
Yet calling, as if
A voice from afar
Its outline may shimmer
Unconfident, shaking
But still, it pervades
With consciousness clouded
It wants to be known
Its fears are unfounded
Perhaps it will come
Not now, but in time
Only when ready
And certainly not
Conveniently placed
At the end
Of
This
Rhyme

16/12/2021