Friends

Friends


People touch people in some
free-form folding of lives,
briefly, changing shapes,
always re-emerging against
new sides, blending likef
figures on a screen, always
in motion, changing colors,
signifying some never-ending
continuum, floating in a
liquid teeming with
possibility, sliding
into each other, skin to
skin for the length of a
second. Touch is the
brush of friends
at anchor.























Friends


People touch people in some
free-form folding of lives,
briefly, changing shapes,
always re-emerging against
new sides, blending likef
figures on a screen, always
in motion, changing colors,
signifying some never-ending
continuum, floating in a

















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