It’s in the touch that we can find ourselves,
find our solid state once more
and stop the wisps of identity
being sucked away.
Whether it’s a switch
flicked back and forth,
or the feel of a friend’s hand,
it can bring us back.
Yet what if you’re barred from doing so?
What if the search lights come on
and leach away your freedom?
Do we find another means,
or do we let
ourselves drift away, voices and thoughts