ABOUT THE INTERNET - A POEM
Its everytime o´clock online and free of bondage to nation
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No one knows how and with what sequence and speed the web
transend itself.
Or how many minds holding the doorhandles or being
breastfed by the
same mother or hunted by no one but scared of love.
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Its a strange thing this phenomena.
Its not own by you.
Not by me.
No nation, no group, no any single interest
can or may claim it as theirs.
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No it is not theirs, or ours or in any general way owned
more than a lakes or a rivers or a oceans
H2O molecules are own
The same water you run in your bath,
were a week ago in Ganges after melting,
from the artic icecap earlier that morning.
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The same with the web.
and with its quality of eternal and loss.
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Its everytime o´clock online and free of bondage to nation.
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©2014Jimbjörklund
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