by mistake   Jun 30, 2023

Cotton under your finger tip,
The way it tries, but cannot grip.

Press the leaf under your thumb,
Feel the soft hardness like day old gum.

Rub the paper under your palm,
Like the finest sand, yet displacing none.

Try etch the glass with your nail,
Try and scratch, but smoothly fail.

Scuff your feet along dirt roads,
Like wet, dry paper your feet erode.

Now here’s a thing, try touch your mind,
What are the feelings you think you’ll find?


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