Losing Touch
a drift, slow and seamless
seemingly innate
seemingly unnoticed
our skin, washed and contactless
contagiously saturated
contagiously unhinged
feelings, decoupled and useless
loosely reflected
loosely tapped, untouched
our nature, harsh and careless
carelessly misused
carelessly untroubled
we fork a prime and polished path
with leather shoes, disposable, in sets
pave a foul and foolish future
with nothing but concrete, rigid concepts
we draw linear and lucrative lines
between kinds, disputable, on the ground
grow a deep and dire distance
between you and me, ourselves, our surround
we won’t feel if all we do is measure
we can’t heal if all we seek is pleasure
in choosing much, we choose mere leasure
in losing touch, we lose our treasure
hey little child,
hold close the days when
the stars, the wild
felt like kin back then
remember, you are us, we are you
not two but one - let’s try anew.