It may well be
that we touch nothing
for the vast space
between the tiniest things,
or that we see only thought
or that time has curved everything so
that today happened yesterday
and yet specifically,
if you don't mind
what is the reason
that we make feelings
stay in on a sunny day,
hide them from the good doctor,
feed them bones
when they are the one thing
we are actually in touch with?
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