Decontained
Possession unbound
Not touching, but
Coalescing around
This
Point
Days were abstract figures
Now their angles all add up
That number is still in a decanter
And our glasses are
Shaded
When the sound keys click
Or hum,
Sliding in from the doldrums
When my paws return one photon
Of borrowed light unscratched
And you finally read the note attached
Leave it open
Without asknowing
Without wheregoing
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