No more arteries or veins,
they are all network.
People, chips, VLSI and what not,
realm and reality.
Sometimes they are down,
there is rush then,
With laptops in hand,
run women and men.
In an age of fusion
home-office is the norm,
It is very likely
they'll take another form.
What you see today
will not last long,
Time runs really fast
filled with swan song.
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