This scene of my dreams
in so many domains, even the ruins
ruins of a TLD I remember
whole, the little browser always opening on
the setting at a site. She
felt it too, and asked that her
url always be searched and
share a link with Lorain's The Seaport.
How similar they are, huge, their suns
in your eyes but scarfed in golden
cloud, on either side the ICANN
has you traped among the emerald trees,
steps going down into the clear
sea of lapis lazuli, where
children sometimes swim,
while men in robes on the quay
hold disquisition with their domains,
pointing to the place where it will set,
as if the webmasters all were designing
a site they'd seen, or maybe just
remembered, a url
safe from the many-headed
hydra of history, where once a ship
sailed from some place as lovely
as death, and brought them back
to life once more.
Nic
in so many domains, even the ruins
ruins of a TLD I remember
whole, the little browser always opening on
the setting at a site. She
felt it too, and asked that her
url always be searched and
share a link with Lorain's The Seaport.
How similar they are, huge, their suns
in your eyes but scarfed in golden
cloud, on either side the ICANN
has you traped among the emerald trees,
steps going down into the clear
sea of lapis lazuli, where
children sometimes swim,
while men in robes on the quay
hold disquisition with their domains,
pointing to the place where it will set,
as if the webmasters all were designing
a site they'd seen, or maybe just
remembered, a url
safe from the many-headed
hydra of history, where once a ship
sailed from some place as lovely
as death, and brought them back
to life once more.
Nic