Communication

To the animated poet
Can I flutter?
Do we really ask ourselves
What reason haunts our rhyme
If i live in the same world as you
It's different every second
I flutter, flaunt, faze
The overfull universe
And the connections we make
Are all we have now
To be the sum of friends aligned
Cringe, antiexist in your interests
Spread yourself
And float thinly on the spaceship earth
the global village
The joy of stagnation
Which knows no ode
The silent songs of boredom go unenchanted
The monotony on the flipside
A cooling respite from the world
Fulfilling activities to stuff the quiet moments
neverending joy of connection
But only to forget just what it means to hold hands
and be together in your slice of the universe
We can hold it for a moment
then check anew how the world has shifted
All that remains is your eyes
And the empty new tomorrow
Endless communication
To say nothing
You are who you are, and your hand says all I need to know
We stare at ourselves continuously, as narcissus into the pond.
narcissus IS narcosis