How do I contact you
throughout the ocean,
throughout chilly depths
the place mild travels by means of glass.
Not copper—fibers. Optical.
By way of liquid glass, by means of flickering mild
that carries you in fragments. Gentle damaged into pulses.
You say: it’s simpler this manner. What are we lacking like this? You smile.
Secure distance.
I say: community.
Alerts slide beneath the ocean, by means of cables thinner than belief, sooner than contact,
slower than longing.
We stand alone, collectively. Synchronous, but aside. Icons change pores and skin, latency replaces breath.
This distance protects us. Silence that feels intentional.
Every thing is beneath management so long as nothing actually hurts.
And we select it
as a result of it shields us
from what we’d develop into if we really met.
You might be my counterpoint. My response.
My reflection
at a protected distance.
Beneath the ocean, nodes bear in mind paths.
Packets shake arms with out our bodies.
If we get misplaced,
we resend every part, with error,
with noise,
with hope.
