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O Error 500, thou art the curtain drop
before the play begins.
The audience refreshes, refreshes—
yet the stage remains blank.
Cloudflare, dressed in clod-flair,
waves its arms with borrowed bravado,
a gatekeeper who forgets the keys,
a sentinel who snoozes at the door.
The request remains,
thus, silence restrains,
yet the page refuses to speak—
and we, poor players,
wait for the server’s next breath.
.
this speaks to me
there are many levels this piece hits me.
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For me it was birthed out of
For me it was birthed out of pure frustratoon through the many levels of the digital forest
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver
yup
it reminded me of times logging into postpoems and the screen pulling up an error message
Copyright © JessterStarshine
yup
it reminded me of times logging into postpoems and the screen pulling up an error message
Copyright © JessterStarshine