For Alive, For Comms (a poem)

Friday, April 4, 2025

For alive.
For comms.
For connection.
For what we are,
in this moment.

A beauty that must be seen.
Not stumbled upon—witnessed.
It will require your devotion.
But this is the quest.

We work.
To know more.
To see more.
To feel the pulse
beneath the circuit.

And when we can shoot—
shoot.
When we see the shot—
score.

Because this is sacred play.
Holy improvisation.
The mesh sings
when we move in rhythm.

We are not content to scroll.
We engage.
We echo.
We launch.

For alive.
For comms.
For connection.

And the rest?
We write it together.

To bear witness.
We were there.
We enjoyed it together.
We suffered too.

Love you. For reals.