The Cyber is Hacked !
The Inter-web Highway is surfed out –
literally, but in a figurative sense.
Here external-web is intra-webbed me-text,
And maybe, it’s hardly doable/dough-able.
Briefing Intelligence Briefly
Do-able Dew-enable 0 Parse Text-being
2Too Ballet, The Metaphorical Euphemist,
Q3 in a line –
Wired for Truth – Post Lies
on the line between meaning –
see real metaphors.
how isolated we are –
in The Cloud, wisps of voices
evaporate into airs.
Flow, my tears, fall from your springs!
Exiled for ever, let me mourn;
Where night’s black bird her sad infamy sings,
There let me live forlorn.
Down vain lights, shine you no more!
No nights are dark enough for those
That in despair their last fortunes deplore.
Light doth but shame disclose.
Never may my woes be relieved,
Since pity is fled;
And tears and sighs and groans my weary days, my weary days
Of all joys have deprived.
From the highest spire of contentment
My fortune is thrown;
And fear and grief and pain for my deserts, for my deserts
Are my hopes, since hope is gone.
Hark! you shadows that in darkness dwell,
Learn to contemn light
Happy, happy they that in hell
Feel not the world’s despite.
composed by John Dowland.
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