When I look at the other,
I see the soul’s energy in isolation like the rarity of antimatter,
asymmetric to matter,
physicality abounding, dwarfing visibility of spirit.
Somewhere in the other’s eyes,
is unseen depths,
barricaded by distrusting barbwire.
As guesswork of my gaze touches theirs,
like when matter makes contact with antimatter,
a mutual annihilation cancels out our shells,
replaced by pure energy in the space between our bodies,
surrounded by unfeelingness,
consumed by our consciousness of the other. So,
in the presence of this formidable energy,
I say, “hello?” A word wielding the power of antimatter,
if met with matter of an answer:
“Yes?” the other replies,
the word probing my existence
to familiarize the other with the overwhelming concept of
another sentient body occupying space of the world.