"Someone halfway across the Galaxy could have found the computer program for you and is conversing with you at this very moment." – Stephen Wolfram
A single strand – a singular signal -
touch is binding, but unbelievable
So we jump our separate spools to feel
another surface – the space between the holes
It’s never lonely in the void
silence calls us:
“here” – find who you are
“there” – in what you absorb
All you take in's still inside you
from however faraway it shines
There’s only the hesitant questions:
Who are you? What do you do? How are you feeling today?
