Beneath the hum of unseen wires,
A shadow grows, its reach aspires.
No fields of earth, no rivers free,
Yet lords of code claim sovereignty.
Their towers rise, not stone but light,
A lattice spun through endless night.
Each pulse we send, each word we weave,
Becomes the thread their looms receive.
No plow they wield, no goods they craft,
Yet wealth they hoard,...
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