Matrix

A Poem by Marshall

The matrix maneuvers between
shades of grey and blue striped
waves of emotion
as we scuttle between messages
of hope and longing.

In the stillness of the night
of pure intelligence
the words return
in multi-dimensional meaning
broken down into fragments
to make sense of single word
replies.

How do we know what
was meant for what was written
when words have forked tongues
licking the air for understanding.

Love has a way of being precise
and priceless.