Tag: disconnected

Proximate Intimacy

Proximate intimacy

The kinship felt by being close
Without touching
Even among strangers

It’s strange to live day after day
Without the physical nearness
Of another human being

Fucking virus

I look
Neither inward
Nor outward

I connect
Not with being
But a fetish

This realm
Of virtual
Manifestation

And while I look
And while I connect
I am lost

To the moment
To my own presence
To being itself

While all around
Existence dances and plays
Without my participation

When disconnected from my body
I experience the world through my mind
And my everyday senses
As if all there is can be

Touched
Heard
Smelled
Tasted
Seen
Reasoned

I am out of time
With the world
Out of rhythm
With the seasons of my being

She saw me
She saw right through me
To the other side of a nothingness
I wasn’t able to fill
Wasn’t able to see in myself

And I couldn’t see her at all
Well, what I saw was fractured
Misaligned
But that wasn’t her
It was all I could see

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