This is a Dantean sonnet, ABAB ABAB CDCD CD
The Nineties opened doors for megabytes:
The age of volubility had shown
That anyone could trod the writer flights
With tools that mark the way like the groan
Of certain steps, informing a bard of kites
That gales of prose would soon lift unknowns.
The hidden truths of common people, sprites
Eternal, rare once, common as Aught phones
That call to one another, prayers for all
Through essay, prose, and novels, gone for yeet,
Emoji glyphs, forsooth iambic calls
Once sharp, like chainsaw howls, in forest deep.
Are clicks in silent spires, abandoned malls
Where ghostly claws erase their traces, and beep.
Fifty State Banana 