A moment of electricity.
Time slithers through space.
Touch of minds across vast reaches
of neural connection.
Man and woman,
infinitely, intimately, different.
Connecting, understanding in an instant.
But the meaning gets warped
in the ripples of time.
Needs and wants clamouring
like the grasp of someone drowning,
but clutching too late, at the shards of time…
Electric dreams.
The course of possible destiny
altered by a turning away.
Where are the connectors?
Electrodes dulled,
no stimulus, rewired.
The path turns and snakes,
a current on the road to space,
toward the stars and magic…
Connection is reality.
Electric dreams.
Time slithers through space.
Touch of minds across vast reaches
of neural connection.
Man and woman,
infinitely, intimately, different.
Connecting, understanding in an instant.
But the meaning gets warped
in the ripples of time.
Needs and wants clamouring
like the grasp of someone drowning,
but clutching too late, at the shards of time…
Electric dreams.
The course of possible destiny
altered by a turning away.
Where are the connectors?
Electrodes dulled,
no stimulus, rewired.
The path turns and snakes,
a current on the road to space,
toward the stars and magic…
Connection is reality.
Electric dreams.
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