where you are, and
where i am

between us, there
are spaces

a million rooms,
a million lives

a million different
bases

you touch your hand
upon a key

your screen, a moment’s
blinking

and then, a million
rooms away

i see, now, what
you’re thinking

i know there’s chaff
among the wheat

i know your heart’s
prognosis

for in our separate
solitudes

we can find
symbiosis