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Ode to the Internet
O mighty Web! Thou vast electric sea, A lattice spun through time and circuitry— In every pulse, the hum of human thought, A million voices tangled, yet unsought.
Thou child of code, of fiber, wave, and spark, Whose reach outgrows the eagle and the ark, Where minds may meet, though miles lie in between, And dreams traverse where bodies have not been.
Thou art the loom where modern myths are spun, The library whose shelves outshine the sun. From cave-born fire to silicon we came, To etch our tales in hyperlinks and flame.
O endless scroll! O portal without gate! Where futures bloom and memers meditate. In thee, the scholar drinks from deepest wells, And trolls awake in wild and lawless hells.
You are the whispered call in lonely nights, The starlit map of human joys and frights, The echo chamber, mirror, stage, and shrine— A paradox divine, both plague and sign.
Yet still we come, with every sacred key, To seek connection, truth, or fantasy. And though thy depths may drown or elevate, In thee we write, revise, and navigate.
O Internet! Thou double-edged domain, May wisdom guide thy ever-growing brain. For thou art us—our scaffold, soul, and net— A gift we built, and must not soon forget.
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