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
