the molecules are close enough to convince that you’re here,
an astral being entering within a gust that sweeps aside the tapestry patterned with teal and lavender spheres

Why is it that you like to peer?
Do my insights of fear have an appeal that draw you near?

I don’t empathically feel the emotions in you dear: to me you have none that cross or interfere, unlike the usual your white noise is all I hear

It’s comforting; that detachment in your
austere