You and Me
A poem
Delicate tendrils dangle before me. Viewed through my looking glasses. A gentle jittering in its springs, silver, transparent and prismatic in the high-noon sun.
Lineage shines red in strands that grew from roots, deeply planted. Multi-faceted in it’s fibre optics, seemly solid in it’s wavy fluidity.
Below the mantle, lies Mitochondria, and in the space between, the matrix resides within it’s filament, twist.
Here is where history and present lives and possible future decided by something above. More data than a microchip could ever hold and more things than could ever possibly be deciphered by the mechanical mind.
The breeze has picked up and my hair reaches to connect to signals unseen.
Antennae pointed towards the divine, the something that is "us".






