I’m conscious

through reflections from the bouncing star
burning spots made from dust

the touch

from mist, the fuzzy moss above the bark
like the aroma of morning coffee

it’s about contact
being aware

through insight born from bubbling pops
glazing the top of the glass

the contact
is fresh

aligned and mint to graze your lips
bringing with it, a new breath

bringing contact

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