Contact, Lense (First Poem) Poem by Oliver Crafter
Contact, Lense (First Poem)
i miss your feeling.
gripping me.
directing me.
your cold black arm's gripping onto me.
i see right through you.
you help me feel complete.
i would be nothing without you.
your bridge is held by me.
i see you out of every corner of my eye.
past you i see nothing.
but now i have replaced you.
new.
futuristic.
unknown to me but familiar to so many.
contact,
Lense
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