Let my touch
Be indistinct
And instinctive
Let my glance
By passer by
Let my system
Swallow its own
System
Let my breath
Move outward
In concentric
Nothings
Let it carry
The news
Let my motion
Be expansive
Let my limits
Be as atmospheres
And bracken
Let my decadence
Be candid
Let my wanting
Be scentless
We had touched
As only
Atmospheres touch
