We constellate,
weave a web of stars
lined with strings of
light,
weave a web of steel
lined with strings of
electricity,
spin thought and
spool it into
eternity.
Now,
information is everywhere;
an endless freight train
loaded with books
driving forever
is
always
an instant pulse in æther.
Placeless, it is
always
here.
Placeless, we,
as bodies,
as a body,
are strung with
light and electricity,
and always, therefore,
Ω.
-originally published in Acta Victoriana Spring 2010.
