How wonderful: this internet! Filled with oceanic places, Connecting without a presence With glowing distant faces. A web made of luminous strings Creating millions of mazes, Who're adorned with good and ill things, And where it's hard to find traces. A Web that's used but can't be seen, In material World's spaces, Only glimpses on a bright screen Of millions of databases.
A little inspired by the Qasidah (or Kaside) rhyme scheme that goes like: aa, xa, xa, xa etc.