WattsOn...

"...Mr. WattsOn...,
come hear dear.
I want you..."

Wire two wires who hear to pair
replicating voices here two dare
put a twist in a spin vibrating air
an optical pulse two say we care.

Take a leap and do the switch
Petel back tone with a HiQ pitch
a pulse to sway plus a perfect day
to write a Poem and create a way.

The LAN.does call as my.Crow waves
I Sat in the Light inside the cave and
watched the walls. Under the cable
came the waterfalls and the signals
rang and the Light pulsed on.

Current flows.
Know matter. WattsOn...
"eYes...I can hear you now"