It's the closest I've got to a soul.
Ever present and when it isn't
I'm hollow,
desperate to feel its powerful touch,
wash over me, connect me to the hive mind,
the swirling voice, collective planet,
except those with no access.
Yes, it is life blood,
cool streams in the desert,
a thing so desperately sought.
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 12:47 AM UTC
It's the closest I've got to a soul.
Ever present and when it isn't
I'm hollow,
desperate to feel its powerful touch,
wash over me, connect me to the hive mind,
the swirling voice, collective planet,
except those with no access.
Yes, it is life blood,
cool streams in the desert,
a thing so desperately sought.
Daniel Magner 2020
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