Momentary Glitch

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I am focused.

I am paying attention.

I am listening carefully.

Blink.

I am caught in a moment where I can see your eyes

And I wonder whether we’re sharing the same thought

Which has absolutely nothing to do with where we are

And everything to do with where we could be

A place with hands, earlobes, and sensitive wrists

Where we trace eternal patterns on temporary skin

Rehash old, Baroque pleasures with a new bass line

Feel our precious hearts hum in heat and happiness

Rediscover that which was always there

Stretched behind a knee, or the side of a belly

Blink.

I am focused.

I am paying attention.

I am listening carefully.

 

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I have a longer version of this poem – but I cut it down to this one verse because otherwise it’s not really momentary glitch. The longer this poem stretches, the more it becomes a coding issue, rather than a bug 😉