A Long-Distance Love Meditation The pulse of a lover's mourning beats flush flesh red at daybreak trembling with desire acheing for want of what once was but now absent of
In these temporary states distanced by oceans I swim the butterfly across the waters of imagination images of recent memory find fancy here
Where anything is possible I feel your body curl into the curves of mine together bowing down to the will of the gods and our own humanity
These mortal rocks of flesh soften only upon each other's exclusive touch bending our realities to fit the form of our dreams where we alone create
A Love we never knew nor knew it could know us for if power lie in the knowing of things than the things we think of each other transcend even our feelings of being
Yet human we are in this form we take this Life we live this journey we take from island to peninsula to main land to sea from air by land we travel to meet
And be this Love that has set us free from the shackles of conformities you there I here we always near that rhythm flowing through the veins
Of one celestial body shared singing songs of Life-long Love as our rivers flow from mountaintops into the valley of each other's Soul
Where our own ocean's tide rises and swells under fool-hearty full moons smiling upon our ripened fruit harvested again when the sickle glows
Finding Mother Moon grinning upon us again as we depart our body for a Love that reigns as Lord in the Kingdom that only two bodies as one can find
Beyond the confines of our mind
Subject: Computer Virus Warning
Virus, virus on my hard drive of my PC with '98 windows a whole lot of gateways to a soul infected and infecting spreading like a cancer killing my memory of many long lost and deleted objects for I too have seen the best gigabytes of my generation destroyed by yet another hackers madness as I shove an aspirin into my disk drive and double click on Dr. Watson's menu
As the online porn queens moan and groan RealAudio sound bytes of virtual MichaelAngelo...
Because the information highway ends not by the blow of a silent horn but the zap of an opened folder as a new Y2K era is upon us I'm not sure if mutations of newly adapted technology will heal all in some sort of Virtual Second Coming or kill us all in the rougher electronic slouchings of a much meaner holographic beast
The computer monitor awaits with RealVideo and WebTV just click here for free access its not 2000 but 1984 much different from grade school when being hooked on phoenics felt so much different than hooked on the internet
I'm with you Bill Gates in the starkness of a new millenium with you as our on-line Savior with mouse in hand - awaiting your crucifixion!
I'm with you Bill Gates in the sunny skyless cloudscapes gleaming super-nova whiteness upon your capitalistic blandness!
I'm with you Bill Gates in the blue glare of white flashing screens with no savers in chat rooms and forums and newsgroups and websites and, and, and... The New World Order's Age of Reason?
Because the world truly ends with some sort of sound and whether it be a bang or a whimper will never be noticed in the internet zone where I swallow yet another anti-virus somewhere in Norton
Wasting away again in Cyberspaceville...
While conforming to the net's political correctness of kind words in chat rooms, sensitive electronic mutabilities and safe on-line sex at an URL linked to my homepage wondering if the
