Into the moshpit

cage
finger through bars
touch the rising nose
       the blindness
open a gate, reach in, contact
       the softness
lift, cradle, stroke
       the softness
       the blindness

The desperation.
Bars, barriers: streets and oceans,
walls and wires, cars and satellites:
desperation.
Touch is not salvation.

soft fur is not salvation

but the eyes are, the voices are.
Yes the voices are.

First published in Pixel Papers

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