During the conception of my prompt my thoughts centered on the senses and the soul. We are what we feel. Feeling encompassing all the senses. We become touched by touching and being touched. It is a mystery how the physical touch is processed in our brain to an idea of who and what we are. Electrical and chemical processes, sure. We are our brain. Or our brain is us. Your poem illustrates this too Fierce Force 💃🏼. The last word is ‘me’. I think I would have concluded with ‘you and me’. But that’s me.

Friend of life and beauty and foe of spoilers of life and beauty. Golden marriage. Grandfather. Pianist and micro poet. Dutch, European.

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