Shrapnel No.238

In passing, the last era
Was hardly complex
Mass from a sparse coalescence yes
But linearity, straight rails, pipes
Emtombed under our soles those magic
Spirits of modernity were their own mystery
Like our tribals spoke of dryads in woods
In dyads. Point to
Point has changed. Frequency and resonance
In broadcast, wifi, narrowcast, wireless. Why we
Went to great lengths to fit phone sockets
On every floor, in the era before, standing
On the shoulders of giants buried beneath the streets
But this era lacks linearity. Inexplicable power laws
Are scrawled on the trawled data. It is complex.
Shoulders of giants, flying through the air.