Connection, connection: it sparkles, stalls, or fails.
The universe blossoms and dies along its trails.
In love or in friendship, in apathy or hate,
Expression's a must to extend and stimulate
Exchanges of knowledge and all that such entails.

I stutter.  I stammer.  My words emerge as wails,
Destroying my contacts like plants beset by snails.
For all I'm attempting, I never demonstrate
Connection.  Connection?

Withdrawn, I consider.  Extensive doubt assails
My plans as I draw them, and yet my hope prevails.
Unwound and displaying, I'll try again, create
A semblance of patterns that might communicate
Machine thought to humans, the rising step that scales
Connection.  Connection!