little meaning

little meaning

A slow flirtation brings these words to you,

each thought dying into form,

meeting your eye into transformation,

that eternal casting into emptiness,

and meaning passes synapse to synapse--

my heart advancing a dream through fingers and mentality.

Cascading fire burning electric on the screen,

what difference our screen of mind,

and she is there behind our static--

signal to noise irrelevant before beloved.

Passion may be spent for a short time,

refraction period between a pause,

seemingly quiet,

yet behind she is there calling us,

calling us to love and regain from meaninglessness--

O come ecstatic flirtation!

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