Lawrence Hall
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                            The InterGossip has Winked Out,
                              and Now Life Has No Meaning

The InterGossip is out, and so I quest
Among little plastic boxes that light up
As a coded series of spiky blue lamps
That might be signaling to other worlds

Cutting the power in turn to all the parts
Poking the innards with a paper clip
Like an archaeologist digging for truth
For the Ark of the Contract, or for the Grail

The InterGossip is found, and so I rest
In electric repose in this fallen screen