Smashed Cell PhoneHardware connected to a network within air, Annoying cell phone smashed without care, Soon no more of the circuit’s energy, This happens with a non-working battery, To contemplate a digital signal with wit, Where and when is the last invisible bit? Information; translation; silly wave particle, Of course I know this poem is maniacal, Space-time coordinates, the last bit of data, Somewhere in the air? What is it made of? I need to know if I swallowed that bit, This little bit of data could be a perfect fit, Through the atomic clock as a basis of time, My mind is baffled in this scientific rhyme. |
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