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Cyberspace:

A tangled Web

Of data streams...



Though fragile-seeming

Be this Web-Road,

Fortune-seekers run it daily;



Daily Web-industries build

Shining palaces of e-commerce.

Daily former impenetrable forts

Tarnish and crumble,

Tearing huge holes in our Web-road.



WHEN IT IS NO LONGER NAVIGABLE...

What then will be our Highway?



Jocelyn Jensen



Copyright ©2004 Jocelyn L. Jensen

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem was actually written in 1998. The disparity in copyright date is due to Poetry.com's way of dating things.  I was surfing the 'net one day and a pop-up appeared offering a prize for poetry. I recognized it was a "vanity press" site, but thought I would see if I could compose extemporaneously.  Though I will NOT buy into their moneymaking schemes, I have become a regular contributor, composing on the spot as needed...lol!

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