(The Internet Ode)
Copyright © Christine Burns 1995, 96
It's the mind's new dimension A world without edges Where mind blends with mind And the soul can run free But where, in the diners On the Internet's highway Will my heart find its' soul mate? Is there a home page for me? Is there lust 'mongst the modems? Are there digital lovers ? Do the fingers on keyboards Unite fleetingly ? And what pleasures await In the night, after surfing ? Will my flesh feel your touch ? Can you whisper to me ? It's a life you may say But not as we know it For a mind less its' body Is not human, you see So unless I can reach out And taste, touch and smell you Then your hyperlinked world's Just a hyperbole.