The Currency of Connection

Cell by cell the net was covering my soul,

closing the gap between the ventricles and oracles,

between the murmurs and the valves.

Who cares anyway? I’m tired of it all,

barely even filling up the space between the lines.

Why did you have to vaporize the growing lattice,

causing me to crave the morning,

listening with a pulsing heart,

wagering with sacred pieces

stitching up the space between us?

Sometimes I wish it hadn’t happened, but it did!

Well, who cares anyway?  Not me, I’ve had my fill;

Can I still believe in miracles?