thinking of you over there
the memories we have yet to share
love and a flurry of friendship
in a vacuum of prefix
a standard on which to base many future
connections
minds buzzing deliciously all a stir
a mixture of thoughts pressed for time
a galloping frenzy of shared flawless farce
smiles all a plenty upon enchanted faces whose
looks have yet been truly exchanged
Artificial Intimacy be damned
why, I would argue the experts themselves over such
vague notion as you and I and likely far many others
are skaters long passed this
(May 11, 2000 1125am)