Intervals

"Oh," feels more like something obvious than revelation, when you see it. Occupying the same plane of existence for so long, just out of the field of view, it's the extending line of forever that was heretofore unseen. In the periphery until now, eyes are unaware that the slightest move would've made the obvious known.

Just ahead, around the corner, moving at the same pace, the distance keeps, and will always remain. Sometimes a shadow, though, will give away the secret. Reflections see what's around the bend.