The Conjuring

Rites of protocol transmitted,
Carried into sparking blue nowhere,
Reading from books of arcane .txt
And giving new life to digital phantom
Of analog heart.

Electron streams, fiberoptic cable
Make manifest what had been meager
Memory and echo for so long.
No mere macabre nethermancy,
No disembodied phantom that had haunted
Second sight, or second life;
Living and breathing,
The space and time between
Made once again as one.

The connection thins, image falters,
Glowing runes warn that the gateway
To the otherworld cannot long persist.
And yet, within, the link endures
Glowing all the brighter.
Glimmers of hope ignite what remains
And cold embers once more spark into flames
With the message carried through
Coded missive of cardiocircuitry.