fragrance 3

in each tiny interaction with other beings

we leave our traces behind.

a smile, a murmur,

a passing fragrance on skin

a positive thought

an empty word

synchrony

we cannot usually see them, count them, or erase them

But our influence does somehow endure, echo, and is echoed

among the blind and intoxicated 

echoes 2

now ‘we’ can see only into one chaotic world

which we consume, but if we are still and silent

for only a second, ‘Just Look!’

 

 

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