Sans Pound

Then the phone rang

Klaxon alarmist screeching

Crashing meetings
Sending invisible connections
Into the proverbial frozen sunset
Casting off connections
Like they’re just byte-size

Nowadays

That echoing one-way feedback
Is nothing more than a live microphone
Sending waves by the thousands
Reverberating outwardly
In a double slit experiment

Where

You can hear the electrons fire back

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