Seed of Connection

Touch extends like tubes
Can Concept defined as Word
Feel self as other?

Meaningful Mirror
How far reflection carries
Time to return home

So we turn a way
Even just by standing still
Then rush twice headlong

"Which were you again?"
Only Seed compelled to stay
A sweet irony

A touch of the glass
Reveals thoughts begging for ear
An echo is heard

I reclaim myself.
"If any of this is true
Why waste our sweet time?"

Eyes starry through time
"This is how you make me feel
and how I respond."

Seed of Connection
Finds glass familiar like skin
Calling for skin Touch'ed

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