Poetry Friday -- remote transmission

remote transmissionI always realized you were done with wiresand regiments of photons in a void;but then illusion, to succeed, requiressuspense of disbelief to be enjoyed.I watched you like a picture on a screen,the way teenagers moon for tv stars.It seemed my reach could bridge the space between;in fact, you were no less remote than Mars.I thought where there’s an image there must beits model