Here,
Newton's Apple
May
Never fall
To the ground
Objects fly close
To the speed of light,
And criminals
Sitting miles away,
Disrupt
Common lives
Never
To be caught
Chiseled
Out of
Zeros And Ones,
This digital world,
Now
Waltzes its way
To 5-G,
One-G
For
Each of
Our senses
© 2016
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