Three-way Handshake

I’ve met you. Don’t be alarmed, it was an abrupt meeting. I didn’t approach you from a distance, but I’ve met you before, I think.

Let me try and compare; you have words for yourself, a name, and a shape. These words are familiar but your name is different. That’s ok, your name means little here. Your shape though, I can’t see it well.

I wear glasses you see, or to put it lyrically I wear a temporary clarity.

Does this make sense?

My natural view gives blur to reflections and flares any light. So I’m surprised I can’t see you, being so close and so clear.

Are you sure you’re real? I’m being silly, but we are different. I can’t feel you but I’ll guess you have feelings; I can’t see you well but I’ll guess you have sight.

How long will you be here? Do you know? You weren’t here for long last time. I apologize, it’s probably apparent I don’t see others often. Or rather that when I do it’s for very short moments. Flashes, really.

I think one tends to forgo some trivial steps in order to strike the water-spring more quickly.

Does this make sense?

Why are you silent?