Web-Linked or Else-Where?

I think maybe we scan feeds

To lower our frequencies.

Subconsciously

We are fearful

Of becoming untethered and floating

Up

To the layers beyond the atmosphere where

We no longer feel a part of this Earth.

 

I logged out

To stop fretting over people who care

Nor know nothing

for me

 

This isolation is an exercise

To ascertain the truest shape

Of my celestial figure

Unreversed

From the mirror image of memory

 

Externalized affirmation lacks luster.

It’s another thick, slow, heavy wave

Dragging me along a finite ray of the cosmos.

 

I was designed for more

or for less

not the visible frequency.

At one time,

When we would enthusiastically collide,

Competing with the best of our former selves,

Our dehydrated muscles spasmed

Forgetting why we first

Pulled toward each other

In (briefly) artificially curated, interpersonal thriving.

 

And then

Without the metronome of recreation

We drifted

Our fingers floating through the dust of sensation

In a realm with no record-keeping or marked durations.

 

The thrill,

It turns out,

Is in the unintended.

 

At once

I bridge parallels of time

And sink into the submersion that is yet to come,

Felt, yet fabricated into the present’s actuality,

Purely from anticipation

 

We could become untethered.

But could we really break free from our shared links

Out in the abandoned abyss

Beyond the globe and web?

Do we make a home for each other on this planet?

Or Else-Where?

Could we drift away from here and still be bonded?

Or do people leave the internet

For only a different kind of restriction-refinement?

 

How do I love you in the form of

Electromagnetic radiation

Before I fall off the sequential dates

and burst

into flame?