the stubborn insistence
the ceaseless assertion
the perpetual collisions
sixty percent liquid some
variable amount gas
and still we
do not move aside
do not go around
do not flow nor mingle we
are rigid
as rock
On my favorite day which
has not happened we
become insubstantial
unassuming as ghosts we
are indistinct interstitial we
move aside we go around we
flow and mingle we
are holograms
dreamed
in the mind
of God
Meditatio Ephemera 
That would indeed be a favored day! No barriers between me & they blending!
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Yes! Thanks for reading and commenting, Jazz!
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