Incurious Fingertips

Sea sponges waving amid
sprinkles of sunbeam,
dispersed to twilight depths
while girls in diaphanous dress
billow as jellyfish,
or, fractal-scaled,
to protozoa, whose bioluminescence
strobes against mother-of-pearl.
This universe,
unsuspected
in a seed of soft longing,
we crush
with incurious fingertips,
against the glass
of two-dimensional
machines.