The Song of the Bits

it is addressed thusly:
An ode
it reads:
Would the bits then have nothing to say
Pulsing on and off and off and on
Would the endless information be gone
Ever repeating it in the same way
And as day does begin with night
So does darkness precede a light
Would these everlasting voices be still
Is no news good news after all
Do we look to the place of the skull
Do we know its thrice-starry hill
And forget the ceaseless stream of new
This torrent that we are passing through
Would the boundless images then cease
But far- return when called and told
To return back from the heavenly fold--?
Can their number do but increase
If for a day or two follow the quiet way
Would the bits then have nothing to say?

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