DISCONNECT
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Ongoing, First published May 06, 2023
Disconnect
By james a. galgano

With opposable thumbs dancing across a qwerty limelight stage 
Searching for each humble word to convey deep feelings.
That sends this heart soaring above an internet's unconnected ceiling.
Where humble heart is unable to describe remorse even remotely
For a past course too often traveled to reach your unreachable star
No matter how near or how far it was never intended to be tonight.
By each time zone's dawn early light allowing each eye to read
Every precariously with held emotion, as love professes devotion.
The kind that will not be concealed by word of mouth so designed.
As if to clearly declare an enduring passion without any condition.
That may prevent the prevailing emotion that flows from silent lips.
Like passing ships upon un-chartered sea needing a final destiny
Where once upon a time each of your mutual affections arose aligned
To extend eternal feelings forlorn across some un-navigable divine
In slim hope of profound discovery for upon that stage love is found to be
Yearning and wanting for more than a glimpse of what one desired longingly.
For there is the place upon the one longing grace you hoped to discover eternally
Despite all obstruction too often encountered beyond all shadow of doubt
Lingering for that sublime moment when a response is made to scream and shout.
As well as easily secure a love that never speak its name though so pure
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