Dusting

I’ve lost my touch
I knew what ephemeral it, it was
What little dusting
I had rustling between my
Calloused fingers is gone
I’ve lost it
The grooves sloughed off
The lines crisscross
The rhythms too distant
The tune long forgotten

Whatever was sensing
Now just be’s
But it is
Though it never knew before
At least it tried to ask
At least it tried to know
And whatever it didn’t know
At least it whispered its
Desires to my eyes

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