Poetry: The Enigma

It's Essence, it's true inspiration 

Lies within the vacancy of

Absorbing and exchanging information.

Like ice storms of nature spreading

With bubbling volcanoes buzzing

Fusion of hot and cold 

We all serenade 

Young and old 

In the Wi-fi that overflows and knows.

Unrequited and unforseen sensations

Shapeshift millions of bodies

Millions of minds ... to the cells 

of silent Demonstrations.

Random strolls on the winds 

that Data blows, it goes and goes,

If IT will ever be ....

Irreversibly reliant on You

Or Irrevocably defiant of You

The one that knows 

Does not truly know.