The Web

 

 


Stools and rooms

The internet miracle of

Sitting and talking

In remote rooms across zoom

Is nothing

To the ancient rejuvenating funghi net

Which vitally feeds, protects

And connects the giant and the microscopic.

Preceding human cleverness and showing us up.

Big time.


Sarah Tickle

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