Tacenda

insiders, outsiders, dare I speak of it?

I miss the internet.

the one before it became so much less.

the one before the big complications.

I miss the internet.

the new frontier before all the trending,

the one before social platform blending.

I miss the internet.

the one before everyone ignored the evidence

about the maternal mortality rate.

the one before the Internet of Things

and the short video creativity crisis.

I miss the internet.

the one before dead people ate it

before foreign bots hacked it to phish it

before Heathers took dance credit

shifting in the alt corecore aesthetic.

I miss the internet

before Our Father took on the human image.

screenshot splits the science

perpetually evolving and imperceptibly

melding with our lives.

in constant flux, burgeoning technologies

keep teasing a new paradigm

that cures this longing away from read-only.

cure this from passive to interactions,

to the hosting of many virtual communities.

I miss the internet

before users lost control and relinquished data,

just like democracy, into corporate personhood hands

I miss the Internet 

of freedom, of decentralized identities.

It is time for Web Three with ultimate data control.

past time for individual ownership

where no one can de-platform,

the internet of security, blockchains, and machine learning.

data reliability back in the DNA,

moderated by the people for the people.

there is a revolution on the horizon…

cut through the noise, and navigate the digital landscape.

a refocus on all systems and modernization,

deviations, speak no evil, it will be gamed again.

production culture control, you’re still in my connections, 

in the bet that the next generation of the internet coming,

I hear the power agenda, I hear the blue note.

building things that devote. 

long count turning mysterious strings of tacenda to a new dawn,

empty silences into song.