algo/rhythm

a nexus of nerve-endings,–

 

a never-ending, + ceasing-too-soon

display of our skin’s ec/static circuitry ::

 

your limbs, illumined, plug into mine.

[i’ve never known these nodes to glow so bright.]

 

im/pulses flash in energ/etic hues

as my wires entangle [+ enter] you.

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“Involuntarily, I glanced seaward – and distinguished nothing except a single green light, minute and far away”

 – F. Scott Fitzgerald, ‘The Great Gatsby’

 

Across the digital bay

a beacon, small and green,

flashes, and is gone.

 

The current: silent, static,

but for a spare grey tick –

the crest of curious interest

 

not piqued enough to peak

and break the radio-waves.