'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?
(Malcolm, 2018)
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