The aloof Social Interaction
Keeps her chilly distance
As her most prized possession.
Met we first perched on a hill
Or rather not a bit.
Enclosed me she in
Clear walls.
They're tangible - come see!
I sense them with my fingernails
And thumbs and palms and eyes.
They are my and Secrecy's retreat
Even when Childhood smiles and dies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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