strings and jet trails and circles and lines
some colored satin ribbons are ropes that bind

wires and roads that roll over time to places
draped over fields of vision, and mountains of pride

beams and threads, twines, strands that stand us
in stead, good, or pulled taut, linked as chain

press 1 to leave a message, or simply wait on the line
speak your link to me now, and in the future design

ties, one to each other crossing these spaces
a continuity of interconnections, Axons touch

a perception, a sound, a glance, a notice
that something, someone, is out there, beyond I

twisted cable of steel, or web even stronger
concatenation of you to me, a joint endeavor

tethers of our connections, one to another
tentatively extending out, contacting selves humbler

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