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The Cyberstrata does not have dimensions;

but we, as human beings, use terms of place

for coordination of both time and space;

these have become, alas, verban conventions.

In Cyberstrata, lower, all the obsolete

gather in virtual piles of indiscrete,

unwanted and unindexed information,

world wonder in its disorganization.

In Cyberstrata, upper, are the Gens

waiting to place their mark upon the ages.

They will be hurled at us in rapid stages---

we simply fo know know the whose and whens.

In Cyberstrata, middle, here we are,

believing, comfortably, in this fine, thriving

place, where all sorts of good may be arriving---

or not, especially delayed afar.

We stand like stunted mutants, castaways

from ships shoregrounded because left unhelmed.

We do not know the purpose of these days;

we are too under-- and too overwhelmed.

Starward