I can only talk to you
Through the Internet
In bits and in bytes and right angles
Carved up my life just for the Internet
You take the leg, the wing, the shoulder and sing
“All Hail To Our God The Internet”


I spilled my drink onto the Internet
Everything twitched and was gone
Who am I now without the Internet?
I'm not the saint, the fiend
The stupid machine
“Liking” likes, like I should like the Internet


I spy the satellitеs of the Internet
Abovе me like human-made stars
Concentrically circling the internet
But never enough
To touch
To feel any rush
Out beyond the pull of The Internet

Oh how I long
To just
Feel any rush
Out beyond the pull of The Internet