Terence George Craddock (afterglows echoes of starlight)
Mystery Revelation At Outer Border Of Internet Cyberspace - Poem by Terence George Craddock (afterglows echoes of starlight)
I was strolling through my computer one day
lost in rapid random internet explorations
when all at once I spied a challenge bold invite
'CLICK THIS TO SEE THE END
OR THE OUTER BORDER
OF THE INTERNET OR
AS IT MAY
being a bit of a fab fool Forest Gump fan
knowing life is like a box of chocolates
but having previously my last box eaten
I thoughlessly strolled on in
amazed to find no box of chocolates
therefore this was not real life...
Sherlock Homes said 'of course Watson',
having also just found their exploration way in
this is cyberspace fabled futuristic internet...
observe blank two dimension jigsaw pattern
background blank empty white not filled in
blocking any all other options another horizon
no discernable colour shapes in jigsaw pattern
life is like a jigsaw puzzle lacking instruction guides
we must sign making meaning superimpose rules
this is the end of the road God will shortly deliver signs
impart a cosmic message for electric humanity to ponder
not written in stone but bytes computer internet codes
this is after all
THE OUTER BORDER
OF THE INTERNET
of free online
and the sign said
You have reached the very last page of the Internet.
We hope you have enjoyed your browsing.
Now turn off your computer and go outside.'
of finger thumb
we were definitely designed
to be interactive work animals
requiring outdoor exercises
I cannot go outside
a cold wind gust blows outside
a word wind hurricane mind blows inside
I am screen frozen
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Topic(s) of this poem: internet, life, reality
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Two quotations from an internet posting.
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