It's a foregone conclusion, a mental contusion:
My web presence will live on without me,
All of my websites suspended in air;
Balanced on airwaves, even when I'm not there-
It will seem I'm eternal, and no one knows where,
With sparks of electricity forming my lair-
Even when my skull and my bones are quite bare-
My virtual self just goes on living.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem