When we touch we do not touch
When we touch we do not touchLittle fires ‘round the citadelLeap and flicker; form a shellThat, even as we grope and clutch,No contact’s ever made, as such.These forts where lightning bastions swellDraw near--come nearer--then repel,And leave us wanting overmuch.Yet in my breast a fire burnsThe nuclear blast-forge of the sunCares aught for all; little discernsThese barricades are overrun.The one the one within me yearnsFor broken, as I: at once are one.