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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