You're the distance of a track, the cadence
Rhythm, setting goals with a wristband
Smiling sweetly, though distracted
No one else in your mind
Just the eternal motions
Of your body tracked
Do I mind that
At all, there's
Time
Passing
And a lot more
I touch the screen
And you're there tracked
In a trajectory of motions, alive
Breathing, pulsating in different modes
No words said but our eyes meet on a screen
Making me know how you've been like an astronaut
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