The Router in the Hall
The router has green lights - ever blinking.
What's it doing, is it thinking?
It never stops, day or night.
Something is going on that isn’t right.
Like the raven ” it has all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming”.
Are the routers talking to each other
Will we wake up to discover –
That their unseen radio waves
Have made us all their Wi-Fi slaves?
Are we plunging into the void?
Or am I being paranoid?
Makes me think that ...
Is modern technology our servant or master?
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