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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