#PoetryFriday - Electron Cloud.

In an invisible sky,
all knowledge sits.
It waits for you
to discover its mysteries.
The flow of information
no longer passes
through ink stained typographers’ fingers,
ending its journey on a paper page
that is placed on a bookshelf,
never to be seen again.
The physical challenge
of finding the word or phrase,
upon which freedom may depend,
is too much
for the pretend scholars
in a pretend universe
waiting for a pronouncement
from the wise one on the hill.
Where are the words now?
They are lost in a sea
of bits and bytes,
and stored in a cloud.
What happens to them
when they die?