it is hands
and bodies
and the exchange of words
and currency
it is motion
and the crossing
and uncrossing
of hearts and legs
it is mountains
and rushing water
cattle pressed together
birds in cages
it is splendor and pain
of the bending
and unbending
of joints
it is the soft sound
a brush makes against a canvas
or as it untangles your hair
touching and changing the atmosphere
it is the past
pressing against the future
and the permanent fixture
the two make of our present
forever separating
there
from
here
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