Words never capture the moment,
can’t describe the movement,
or hold the emotion.
They are just symbols
on a page
that make our brains
create connections.
Creatures of neurochemistry,
only as complicated
as we make it.
All along our minds
we draw the lines
between one space-time
and another.
Can I
truly give you
an experience?
Can I make your mind
grow new synapses?
Can I make you more
than what you were
when you discovered me,
here in this form
light or physical?
I guess
I’ll never know,
but I wonder;
would it hurt
to try
making a connection
to your mind
with mine?
If the medium
is the message,
and the message
is the art,
and the art
is the creator,
and the creator
is a pulse,
and the pulse
is a beating heart,
and the heart
keeps alive the mind,
and the mind
is a quantum machine
that can exist
in multiple dimensions;
then can you
see
what I am seeing
right now?
HG – 2021