Matches
There is a way to react and interact.
There is a spark in conversation,
Combustion of ideas.
Two intellects.
We are nothing more
Than chemicals,
Dormant, docile,
Waiting to ignite in a way
we could not for see
How agents act and
act upon act
upon ourselves
In reality.
Fire is a comfort in the dark
As are dear friends.
And they will be,
until you run out of
Matches.