The Wandered - Shorelines

Disconnection is an envious tool,
There is no way to describe such a torturous soul
Passion has ridden on burning wings and all that is let is contorted soil

Eyes watch me, a beast lives within me.
Connection it is for it shall be
Each little fibrous little wire, filled with viruses and pathways
They connect more.

My skull beats with a machine of thought
My chest pumps vital arrays

I have traveled too far, but no where near this end.
I call this empty heliocentric hole, the soulless eyes of the enigmatic aneurysm.
Is the a port for the next stop

A desert no more, an endless sea.
Shadows break only what cannot be seen.
I spread this work through this network of synaptic callers

It is numb in here, but i still feel fire and wind on my fingertips.