screen shot

my fingers
now tools
on cold, lettered keys

i’ve fallen
into a scentless
world

back
in the trance
again

why
do i succumb
to the beguiling light

why
do i ignore
the winds’ call

to feel
just feel

the gentle pulse
within my skin

then find
your hand

and lift our gaze
to the sun

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