Touch if, grab if, lick if,
Try to imagine a pliable universe one that is changed by the touch. If it were touched everyday it would change, but could we tell how much?
What if it were touched everyday by a multitude of actions? Could you tell if it was true could we provide the counteractions?
It’s a sense of completeness, one with all, but if it were to be why must we crawl?
The infinite stares us in the face it calls for a contradiction, in a time that keeps with pace it’s less of an affliction.