i know it does

there is always something amiss,
after you find yourself missing echos of notes already forgotten
a sense of emptiness, void, avoidance…
release too.

but this time the notes still sound in my ears,
resound,
come close
move away
close
and go however they please.

the reflection reflects
and what reflected I see
is an inverse me.

Can you touch it?
no.
Have you touched it?
yes.
Have you?
i don’t know…
maybe…
yes.

Does it matter?
it doesn’t.
Does it?
i don’t know…
maybe…
yes.
it does.
yes.
It does.

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