Sonnet on the Digital Age
Lo, the digital age is my epoch,
And the access of information, here.
The transfer of data weaves an epic;
Media, tell me of whom I should fear.
By this screen, my gaze illuminated.
For 'tis better than previous methods
To seek truths newly elucidated,
Than to seek old knowledge, rank and fetid.
Indeed, such advances have proved useful.
A moments wait is 'twixt me and old words.
Computers make antiquity youthful
A wordsmith I am, with lightning through chords.
But mark! This "progress" is now harrowing,
Freed, yet helpless, minds are narrowing.
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