beneath the ceiling fan
across the world
scattering stories are twisting
banding and resisting
people i can not see
vibrating frequencies
unlikely to occur by chance
victims of circumstance
in their anonymous homes
unable to move
the comfort zone
clearly there are
many factors at play
interpersonal explanations
of spatial relations
to fuel the molecules
with information
for every layer of emphasis
i need another way
to say this
may cyberspace continue
to provide a place and time
for the focus
of souls to combine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem