that

bright screen

screens your face

a mind in a 

million

places at once

you are a soul stretched

into  continents 

a voice echoed

too far and it is

diluted

it is subdued

it is the million atoms

that make a whole

it is a moment disintegrated

into a million grains

it is crumbling

it is present

when missing

it is missing

when present

 

 

 

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