The World Wide Web has me snared, funnelled, sucked me in
And all I can do is skim, ride this body board,
and rise on the nano-moment.
For I have shelved my brain, next to Britannica. Britannica.
Another grounded ship, sails folded
Wings bent but fairy dust is in this twilight.
I can’t remember, need not recall
It’s all on my hard-drive
That time when
That place so soft
I had a sensation of a p…
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