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The Router in the Hall

'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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