(bkz: the lady of shalott)

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on either side the web lie
long fields of frame and asp,
that connect the world and meet the sky;
and thro' the web the hyperlink run by
to many framed sour times;
and up and down the susers go,
gazing where the words below
round a site there below,
the site of sour times .

paragraphs written, metaphors quiver
little entries dusk and shiver
thro' the site that is updated for ever
by the site in the web
flowing down to sour times .
two grey frames, and one top frame,
overlook a space of data,
and the silent site imbowers
the lady of sour times

only readers, reading early,
in among the beared entry
read an entry that echoes cheerly
from the rastgele winding clearly,
down to frame'd sour times
and by the moon the reader vary,
piling entries in uplands airy,
reading, bkz. "tis the fairy the lady of sour times."

there she codes by night and day
a magic web with colours grey.
she has heard a topic say,
a curse is on her if she deletes
to look down to sour times
she knows not what the topic may be,
and so she codeth steadily,
and little other care hath she,
the lady of sour times.

and moving through an entry clear
that hangs before all the year,
shadows of the site appear.
there she shees the bandwidth near
winding down to sour times;
and sometimes thro' the entry grey
the susers come riding two and two.
she hath no loyal coder and true,
the lady of sour times.

but in her web she still delights
to code the entry's magic sights,
for often thro' the silent uktes
a k line, with kicks and with bans
and kick message went to sour times;
or when the moon was overhead,
came two young susers lately accepted
"i am half sick of beta surum", she said,
the lady of sour times

a head shot from her awp,
he rode between the entry sheaves,
the topics came dazzling thro' the asps,
and flamed upon the brazen bkz,
of bold sir ssg.
a demo scene coder for ever kneel'd
to a lady in his firewall,
that sparkled on the grey field,
beside remote sour times.

his codes clear brow in sunlight glow'd;
on burnish'd entries his browser trode;
from underneath his agressor flow'd
his coal-black shortcuts as on he rode,
as he rode down to sour times.
and from the host and from the ftp mirror,
"hey ya hey", by the site
coded sir ssg.

she left the web, she left the html,
she made three paces thro' the #channel,
she saw the water-lily code,
she saw the agressor and the exploit,
she look'd down to sour times.
out flew the web and uploaded wide;
the topic cracked from site to side;
"the kline is upon me," cried
the lady of sour times.

in the stormy teardrop straining,
and pale green messages were waning,
the broad stream in his badilist complaining.
heavil the low frame stinking
over frame'd sour times;
down she came and found a host
beneath a bkz given bo$,
and round the topic she wrote
the lady of sour times.

down the site's dim expanse
like some bold suser seen in trance
seeing all his own unexpected error
with a glassy dedicated server
she logged in to sour times.
and at the closing of the day
she loosed the fa$izm, and down she lay;
the broad susers bore her far away,
the lady of sour times.

read an entry, mournful, holy,
scanned slowly, aliterated loudly,
till her entries was deleted slowly,
and her username and password were darkened wholly,
turn'd to frame'd sour times.
for ere she reach'd upon the kontrol merkezi,
resurrecting in her entry she ucurulled,
the lady of sour times.

under asp and flash,
by frame and thumbnail,
a gleaming susess she floated by,
dead-pale between the topics high,
silent into sour times.
and out among the entries they came,
suser and susess, tanri and kul,
and round the topic they read her name,
the lady of sour times.

/whois? and /whatis?
and in the lighted site near
died the sound of ayar sequence;
and they crossed themselves for clairvoyance,
the susers at sour times;
but ssg mused a little code
he wrote, "she has a lovely face;
god in his mercy lend her grace,
the lady of sour times ..

*

(bkz: ben suserim)
(bkz: olmasa sozlugun)

(set - 11 Mart 2001 02:46)

(bkz: clairvoyant)

(carpe noctem - 31 Mayıs 2004 17:07)