Unplugged and wireless off.
Sitting on a mountain like it’s computer chair soft.
Sky screen-saver. Compress it in a file and open it later.
A blue canvas with gradient fades richness and distance.
Pixel paint a bit of white cloud like thick wisps.
No Internet to electrically connect spirits with.
Face-timing the earth’s presence.
Instant messaging magnificence.
A yellow sun online above everyone.
Holding us by floating us along his rotation.
Motivating lady earth with a warm conversation.
Checking out her axis with a respectful invitation.
She can’t hide her backside she’s butt-naked in rotation.
Here I sit as a result of love.
Laying on the ground with stars above.
Wrapped up with a person mixing spirits.
Hearing the sounds of a whipper-will that hopes a mate can hear it.