All things are Connecting
Whether one or many,
the brush of the uncanny,
a thrust in the dark,
or a walk in the park.
Parallel or in series,
a rush of gentle queries,
the glint of sharpened steel,
a dance of lovers' reel.
By magnet, screw, or lock,
the awkward watching of a clock,
with bared teeth and evil glare,
or stories that are shared.
On cables spanning miles,
random thoughts that beguile,
acts of rage, hate, and destruction,
the torrid taste of seduction,
All things are connecting.
