Connected

The word connection
A mention and where
It goes, strolling from
And to places as yet
To be, and also those
Floating back slowly
Like recurring dreams

Clear and distinct as
Ebbs and tides, night
Sights heard through
The day, the way light
Hits just right on things
As if they’re one object
Needing each other

To be noticed, reached
To be seen individually

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