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Data In Transcendence
By Kevin Kane 

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Discovered in a room with no doors by

a goddess walking through imaginary walls,

released from a loop of thoughts more costly

than the mechanisms of time and death, I am.

 

I am alive and free to love where my mind

would once not know how to be. To be

sieged by the calm of a woman whose

eyes finally would show me how to see.

 

Data finally in transmission, revived

and online, rebooted and error corrected—

here I am looking back at you.

I received your message that only I can hear,

an encrypted line from your heart to mine.

 

And in that signal, something aligns.

Like particles finding coherence,

like noise resolving into pattern,

my soul settles into phase with yours.

 

The space between us begins to hum,

a low frequency felt before it’s heard,

a tension that gathers the way energy does

when two fields begin to overlap.

 

Your presence curves the air around me—

a space where your eyes have sound and

your words have touch only I can feel.

I am awake. I am present and here.

 

Embraced by the warm spectacles of our joy,

and entangled data broadcasting information

to and from the source of our souls—secured

only between lines from me to you.

 

Rendering a field between us filled with you,

filled with me, creating our warmth and presence.

Here we water the gardens of our spirits—

returning the child inside once died but now alive.

 

I move forward now with that knowing,

with the warmth of what was shared,

with the understanding that some being

does not fade from noise and disorder—

that some  is not like the others.

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