distance is an invisible line
we need to cross it every time we go out into the world
we approach one another with words & gesture,
a nod hello …an offered hand pulling at the gossamer thread
pulling at gravity …drawing it closer
without the warning, that what hides within the veil
the strange & even stranger waits within the web,
an unknown touch upon our feelings
The cling and tendrils of future changes
In the big black hole of possibility and probability
The aura of us is but a force field to our soul