Handles

We go through one incarnation after the other
trying to get it right this time
a new name, a new network, a new protocol
structures to save us from the yawning void
but all illusion
all provisional
what is there, in the end?
once the security blanket of streaming ones and zeroes goes dark?
Your face in the mirror
entropy
but hopefully, a few real connections along the way
before that last lone walk toward the vanishing point
beyond the horizon