Cyber Pamphleteer: Imagined Stations, A Poem by Wes Bishop

  They insert their hands in my mouth, these passerby pedestrians in the in-between electric places that simultaneously exist but do not exist, (much like a deceased living cat in a physics experiment), and with errant fingers feel my tongue reading my words like braille chiseled on electric, hovering boards of keys. These strangers, bathed in blue white light, wade next to me in pools of infinite connectivity.   And they like me, and they share me, and they give me plenitudes of hearts, thumbs, and winking yellow faces, never before seen in other realms but the face of us … Continue reading Cyber Pamphleteer: Imagined Stations, A Poem by Wes Bishop