A Light Touch
So many phantom shapes
Fluff about the local space
I can barely sense them brushing
Not hiding, just skimming existence
Not in or out
Among the growing shadows
I recall music I've never heard
Reminding me of places I've never been
Where I yearn to go back
This is the stuff of happiness
It and I alone, together mingling.
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