love poem: easy connection
The poetry of an access code, with some
associated storage space, a breathing computer network
located somewhere on the Net. It does
not matter much what sort of computer network it is
or where you might find it.
That it may be there is just enough (just enough
to change your life and make you realize it's only just begun).
(I have never
laid eyes on a machine that gives me good head. But access
to the network runs deeper. I suppose it is in our blood. I don't
understand why it keeps pulling me in. There was no reason for
me to seek it out.)
To get on the network
or even via a cellular
love provides the access code and
love provides the password ("Go.").