When your connection dies
no virtual friend shall hear your cries.
No lol, smile or google search
shall bring upon a link to earth.
The virtual surfer's loneliness
has no limits and no bounds.
One moment you were within humanity's online wave,
the other, once again, you are an outcast, like a knave,
or worse, as if thrown to your grave.
No longer a part of the race's gestalt
one's digital being brought to a halt.
Every man is once again a lonely island,
when the ocean of communications is split,
and the darkness of past ages covers everywhere that used to be lit.
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