Gregarious in
nature; disorientated
and dispersed

like gushes of seed on
undulating thermals
atop the sea.

Less ethereal than ideas
and motions of the mind.

The disguise of distance
lays a heavy hand
on your temples.

Against my fingers, I feel your pulse –
a strange echoing pressure like
a light flashing

bleeting on and off with
uncanny regularity.


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