Interlink Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Strange seems it that although no mind may fit
another’s unique copybook there’s space
to think that two can interlink, true trace
patterns which, uniting warmth and wit,
need never signals scan, decode, encrypt.
Life need not bow to jungle law or chase
advantage, pride before the fall from grace,
but seek through answers intuitions hit
to leap synaptic limits and permit
corresponding gifts to interface
role reversing surface scars, embrace
all challenges with energy relit.

Let eyes in eyes read ever fresh surprise
supply joy’s spring, that must despise disguise.