Words floating around in cyberspace, coming together to create meaning, on your computer screen,
How bizarre that the touch of my fingertips can produce a complex message sent across the air unseen,
On their journey to your desktop, do my words crisscross,
Do they bump into strangers as they jockey for positions lost?
Does my meaning spiral on its way, or does it dodge fireballs,
Of thoughts sent by you, crashing, splashing down the ebony falls,
of my hazy mind . . .