How's It Going

As one covers another,

a layering to an existing occurs.


Subtle touches of two surfaces,

gain mutual contact and collaboration.

It may seem all fine at a glance,

but what lies beneath the surface does the talking of plural languages.


One party has to initiate and the other,

to pick the call up.


The conversation may seem unfamiliar,

but movement is universal.


Textures need to vibrate for a response;

not the other way around.


Give it a name, give it a significance,

but never a definition.


Change is the only constant.



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