Several billion conversations,
sex and money through the wires
Howls of love and indignation
on this slo-mo funeral pyre
Here, touching when we can
only Heart can stand
as the Promised Land
Here
Hear the random noisy city,
lick your honey in the hive
Marvel in the flesh, cool kitty,
what it is to be Alive
Here. . .
War of words between we phantoms,
me-me-meing la-la-la
Fritter folly is for bantams,
ain’t no path to Shangri-La
Here. . .
Buzz of heightened recognition
of your face before you’re born
The Condition of conditions
of mortality is shorn
Here. . .