Connected

The ink from my pen

connects us.

These thoughts

from my mind,

they are now in yours.

Like knots

God entwined,

They'll always endure.

What once was unsaid,

Your darkest fear.

That I could be dead,

but I'm still...

Our nerves,

Split at their ends.

The electricity arcs!

Across space and time!

Across language!

It knows no bounds!

Not just resonating

From broken sounds

What was told, we hold.

Sometimes it will make us whole.

Not just radiating

From screen to screen,

But from soul to soul.

Sometimes it will save our...

Like a prayer

That always was

And always will be,

Always we'll be...

connected.

-C.Noel

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