Digital
aether.
Created,
man made.
Zeros
and ones.
Unseen.
No scent,
no sound.
There
nonetheless.
Circular
in nature.
Covers
the globe.
Touches
all.
Penetrating.
Permeating.
No escape!
Sprites
of the
system.
Influence.
Spirits
in the
cloud.
Control.
Light
speed
moves.
Moving,
shaking,
manipulation.
Malevolent?
Benevolent?
Consider
the source.
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