Moving Toward the Light

It doesn’t matter where any of us go, we are all moving toward the light

blue screened windows net working to hold our intention, 

captivating our open moth flicker minds, burning up time like infinity

there’s no end to the claims I make, the stakes I miss under estimate, 

a meeting of the mindless facing virtueless real likeness 

simulated stimulation

my heart races through fibre optic paces

all I want is the simple life

a place for you, a place for me, our belonging in between 

we are free wireless connection.