Prehistoric Web
Air, no bandwidth; links
nor likes, yet webs spun for prey,
nature networking.
Nameless domains, streams
alive without diversion;
searches, yes: for food.
Everything offline
yet connected; encrypted
cries so lives survive.
Passwords? Access for
the fittest, fleet, stars and moon
message before fire.
Prehistoric Web © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.
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Challenge prompt (not submitted; deadline missed).
Submitted: February 24, 2019