Connect Poem by Howard Pipe

Nerve cells tingle
as a sharp bolt
of energy
switches power
through the circuit.
Silence buzzes;
the background hum
behind interaction.

Soft digits whisper
their mute calls
to the boundaries
of cyberspace,
and process
instant replies.
The planet shrinks
to a data screen.

Infinity is a black
space where echoes
absorb voices
riding the airwaves
and touch
binary connectors.
Ether signals flicker,
distant like a satellite.