you’ve become part of my mind,
clicking those keys at me.
you’re pouring from my CRT
and into me, and I to you,
back and forth on the waves,
adrift on this tron sea of e.
the tides through this net move with minds,
from shining here to shining there,
riding in on electrons dancing,
through the spam and the scams and
the prancing of shadows that chase us.
from the cliffs of here and there
to the peaks of everywhere.
from this jagged edge of california
to where she dives into atlantic
from your ends of the earth and all the rest
to the clicking of all our fingers,
gray matters connected by screens of light,
beyond all geographics, politics and religions
beyond all divisions – between those shadows
©2000 jim christ