We pass through each other,
phantoms with pulses that can never seem to rest.
Wings of thin metal carry us
to places where we briefly mingle.
Screens let us catch glimpses
of distant faces.
In this 21st century dance
we meet so many for short moments of humanity,
take small doses of the wide range of us,
hear brief snatches of lives we’ll never witness,
and slip for mere seconds into other minds like memories made flesh
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