So you walk by me,
maybe we make eye contact but it will be brief, already I see too much,

So you see me,
maybe you have a thought, an impulse, you register the way I look and it sends signals firing into your recognition systems.

I am processed.
You have seen and thought, I am a fading memory to you, to me you are a pulse of life in a dark universe, you have transmitted.

I walk by you,
maybe we make eye contact, I already see too much,

I see into you,
I feel the flow of your thought signals and the blast of your energy field contortions as your aura adjusts to a suitable frequency, accept, defend, avoid, repel.

Processing.

Age, height, dress code, stance, field colour, resistance, tonal variation, frequency, guilt, recent memories, bad smells. The blocks of the universe slide fall into place.

We are two random atoms, crossing paths at high improbability factors, exchanging information on multiple levels, chemical, physical and energetic at least; say hello.