Moving through like a freight train.
Light on the move. 
A cheetah with a six speed engine. 
Cutting static with a lightening bolt. 
A quickening heart. 
A laser beam to there.
There. 
I can put my finger on it.
Can breathe it in.
Can relish in it. 
But 
I 
know
I will never be there.
I can be here,
here
or here.
But there doesn't exist.
I exist too much sometimes.
And always more than there.
But always in here.