The uploaded data of my soul
In the weave of human consciousness
Faces scream - contorted and sanguine
Blurring, slow-capture passerby
Plugging into each other
But Alice fell down the rabbit hole
And saw the real me through the wall of faces
But I could not find me
I do not think I was there
I sought that inescapable buzz of connection, too
And I only found the face of God