Scanlon sets up a simple contrast: digital information on one side, poetry on the other. Data, he says, is just words without meaning until you place it in a context, and even then its meaning slips away. The same is true of poetry, which also stays "elusive" while it tries to capture "our ways" and "our goings-on", the ordinary business of people living alongside each other.
The shift comes near the end. When "truth and beauty emerge in words" and are "digitally transformed with our human passion," the elusiveness lifts, if only "for that moment." Everything becomes clear. The last line then settles the question the poem keeps circling: the meaning is "always love."
The tone is calm and reflective, almost like a quiet argument being worked out. The repeated lines create a steady, chant-like rhythm, so the final line feels like an answer arriving after a long search. The speaker seems hopeful that human feeling can give cold information a heart.