Is this the way in
or the way out
of this wireless space of thoughts
and shouts that echo beyond the screen.
In-between is the reality.
There is movement among the letters:
nothing is stagnant;
nothing is still; nothing is shattered until the cursor moves
and then the path is forged fast-forward
into parallel words of perpendicular thoughts.
I write from inside out, not from left to right,
as if this composition were a new language being invented
by turning the world upside down,
with meaning embedded deep down below the surface.
What you see is not what you get.
What you see is what you should forget
when meaning is captured in html.
Perhaps you'll dance with me here
and follow my movements on this virtual stage,
even as you most likely reach for the curtains
and turn down the lights for the night.
My act lives on in space.

(A note from the poet: If you get lost, I will always lead you back home)

Out
Like a bird on the wire
I dance into the night
Outside of expectations
I alter my experiences
and follow the path
you have placed before me,
trusting your instinct
as much as mine

In
In here, you are not allowed.
There is no entry here
for anyone
but me
and I am too often a stranger, too,
wondering at my words
and thinking,
Where did that thought come from?
I cannot see the road
for my feet are sinking.

Echo
Across the world, I hear you
from ages ago
when your voice was strong
and your echo weak,
yet steadfast,
so that nothing ever got lost in time
and you gained strength
through repetition.
I hear you.
I hear you.
I hear you

Nothing
Nothing is not, as one might assume,
emptiness
or vacancy of feeling.
Nothing is something
unexplainable
by experience or knowledge.
Nothing comes at us like a meteor
and it is only when it burns out in our atmosphere
that I even notice that it was there

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Cursor
That line --
that horizontal line
is the bane of my existence
as it never moves as fast as my mind,
although quicker than my pen.
When will I have the device
that controls the cursor with wireless thought
so that I can shape-shift with ease
instead of being locked behind my fingers
and my mouse.

Language
I hear you
I do
I am in the translation
although how you say it confuses me
to no end
and the language that we share
becomes nothing more than a barrier
parallel to understanding

World
I hope for better
I hope you do, too,
a world of freedom and peace
and not this place that we have come to inhabit
that shoves violence into our face
and demands action.
We need reflection and understanding
and some common language to bridge the gap
between us.
All we get instead is this world we have made
in our image.

Deep
You may see me as shallow
as nothing more than skin
but within
it is a whole other story.
My mind is alive with colors
that you will never see.
Forget what you think I am.
I am not that person.
When I am quiet, I am not vacant.
I am deep.

Forget
Where is the loose thread anyway
that connects us
in this place?
Someone must have buried it
beneath the html code
where only those of us who burrow deep
will know where it is.

I cast my line often,
only to come up empty.

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Dance
There is silence before the lights
I cast shadows on the stage
before movement
and then, as if removed from experience,
my feet begin,
becoming one with the rhythm.
In my mind, I am not a dancer -- I am nothing --
until I emerge as a magician
who levitates above the crowd in hushed silence
and transforms lives
with boundless and seamless energy

 
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Me
This is who I am:
unidentified movement
caught in some wireless network
as nothing more than information.
If your cursor were to reach me,
I would fade
from fear of being discovered.
You break my facade
with such intensity that I am held captive
to your deep, deep love.

Reach
I am touch to you
a physical presence in a virtual space
to imagine this is beyond
anything that one could have dreamed
just years ago
and still, the future holds
such uncertainty
that I am determined to reach you
no matter where you are
or what form you take.

Down
Alice went there
and lived to tell the tale
and so, I, too, shall descend
and hope for the best.
What queen will want my head,
God only knows,
and I won't sit for tea with the crazies.
But something draws me into this
parallel universe,
some sort of pull,
and I am beyond resistance.

Space
Out here in this space, I breathe.
I find freedom in the centrifugal force
that pulls me into you
and I wonder how it is that this one blue dot in space
has been carved out just for us
and how it is that as your light shines,
my light fades.
I worry, Supernova,
I worry about the path that runs
so parallel to mine,
and whether this blue light is a sign
of the end.