The Information Technology Beast,
more wondrous than magic carpet,
more toyful than winged mechanical horse
that can fly over Islam's minarets.
The caring monster of internet emotions
spirits me off to my old neighborhood,
shows me associations vaguely remembered,
faces none recognizable. Woe is them, grateful.
That is - we become our grandparents,
who we had not the privilege of knowing,
less so even crinkled,
we victims all of child abuse, for sure.
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