Within the dance of exchanging information,

inside the vacancy and the empty blocks

lies its essence and its true inspiration

Like ice storms of nature spreading,

Like lava filled volcanoes leaking —

Or an emulsion, a fusion of hot and cold.

The Wi-Fi’s invisible webs are invincible

We serenade, both young and old,

Some unrequited and unforeseen sensations

Shape shift millions of minds,

Silently in cells of demonstrations.

Pervading winds, the data blows

Eruption of diffusions – it goes and goes.

If it will ever be…

Irreversibly un-reliant on you,

Or irrevocably defiant of you,

The one that knows, does not truly know.