little bird

Here's a different twist on a Valentine's Day poem by Harley Hahn (2003).

How do I access thee? Let me count the ways.
I access thee to the depth and breadth and height.
Your topolgy can reach, when connecting out of sight,
for the ends of bandwidth and ideal servers.
I kook at thee to the level of everyday's most
quiet need, by Web site and email.
I look at thee freely, as men strive for data.
I look at thee purely, as they turn from spam.
I look at thee with the hypertext put to use in my old browsers, and with my childhood's graphics.
I look at thee with a resolution I seem to lose with my lost pixels.
I look to thee with the bits, bytes, folders, of all my data.
And if God chooses, I shall but look at thee better after losing my connection.

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"Riches from the heart can not be stolen."