Conversations created in zeros and ones,
No subconscious signals,
No mirror neurons,
I threw a stone at a man that struck him
In the eye.
As much as he tried to hide it, inside myself
Sparked in a single moment’s transaction,
A frozen moment of reaction.
She is born from the pain of universal truth.
I wake in sweats remembering,
The stain of guilt that sticks to me.
Arrested by anonymity,
Is the growth of…
I threw a stone in the dark.
I didn’t hear it fall.
As much as I tried to hear,
I don’t think it hit the floor.
Face-to-face is now replaced,
Naked in the wood.
And as trees fall in a digital wood,
They know not what they could.