WYSIWYG

the elegance of simplicity

the complexity of intuition

we lined up in grandiose formations of zero, waiting our turn for the light

like tendrils of seaweed clinging to the side of a monstrous whale

the cold blinding white in all of its artificial splendor

gives no warmth but the light envelope us

attractive but ever elusive

intangible

Synthetic Soulmate

Hey, who are you? 

I've been looking so long for you. 

I found your picture and have searched every engine to drive me here

I've derived from my sources that you MUST be the one

 my true love

my compatible sympatico

 Why must we linger on waves

spread thin amongst the frequencies of perpetual noise

so much distraction to keep me from you

but I know it is you, right?

Give me your limited attention

span it across my life

and I will be happy

enamored by the thought of you drifting

toward thoughts of me

my synthetic cause

to fight for you

with nothing but a keyboard and waning emotion

a last hurrah

against all doubters and haters and destroyers

of what has been

their futile acception that what WAS is the proclamation of what IS

but EVERYTHING changes

evolves

continuity of change is an ideal