The hyper pixels,
Rearranging her beauty
In different shapes.
Confusion-
What am I looking at?
Her mouth moves in spasms-
Her speech delayed by
Compression,
Traveling into the absurd.
Beyond visuals-
Beyond imagination
That only transforms the
Reality into a warping
Alternate world of illusions.
When I press against
Those cold and dead
letters,
A nervous discomfort
stings my finger tips,
As if I were with her-
Eye to Eye,
Standing on the edge of a cliff.
A sinking key,
means nothing but
A distant pearl
swimming with urgency
to where my blood pumps.
I sing to her
through the portal
of communication
My voice cracks with
electric passion.
One tear drops
Into the synthetic
connection of two
Non humans.
1 comment:
this reminds me of being a young child, super close to the tv screen, and seeing the blue, red, and green pixels. i picture myself on a stage in front of the projected image of a classic b/w film. a woman's lips, perfection, speaking slow, precise words of passion but silenced in the empty theatre... bringing me back to reality. to me, this poem is about allowing yourself to fall in love with what you could never have.
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