the face in front of me
becomes
the face on a screen
her skin, now the
secret touch of
aluminosilicate glass
her body, out of view,
now the naked shape
of my wild imagination
must we all be
a part of these
vacant arrangements
must we all be
bodies by bytes
in this hell-spun web
i will pull her out,
we will touch and
we will kiss
whenever this world is
real again
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