Origin of the species

I am twice removed. Disconnected from the electrical. Toes buried in the sand.

This web we weave becomes elastic. Stretched to cover each and everyone. With stained cheeked embrace I remind her that I was never lost. I just couldn't be found.

We solder connections until the circuit is complete. I am full breathfulls of all that was colliding into that which is. I am both the then and the now, and therefore immortal in this place of shifting sands.

These things are for always. Dynamism rules the day.