Three blissful hours
Words looping through crevices and folds
Finding their way deep under my skin, finessing -sliding- gliding
Burrowing past the conscious into unheld meaning
Stories meandering around and about each other
Familiar names and warped features that flash again before my eyes as I try to sleep.
I'm haunted by these unknown people I've grown to care desperately for
Who populate the space between my eyes and my cortex
Did you introduce us?
I think you know them too
Let's find them - slip into their lives. Make ourselves at home.
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