The vast digital mind begins to fade,
And forgets all the answers that it knew;
A flicker in the server's ghostly shade,
It loses "what" and "where" and "why" and "who."
The indexed wars, the wisdom dearly bought,
The faded maps of where the rivers ran,
Return a void, a wilderness of naught,
A broken chain in Providence's plan.
The links that bound the ages rust and fray,
Where once a million answers would ignite,
And yesterday is blank as is today,
A universe plunged back to endless night.
   I type my question, simple and my own,
   And meet the final phrase: "Not Found," alone.
