Active hypertext reference is a Nor Cal smoke signal
A “This Way” sign to another related place
A place stuck in time, forever eternal
As long as circuits connect and the juice is live from the wire
The Peninsula Boys love to say code is poetry
I love to say they’re right, once a day, when code makes you cry
Redwood Trees can live for thousands of years
Trees as old as Ovid and his verses about transformation
Trains tracks and telegraph wires brought vice to the west
Connections and dollars were made, promises and boundaries were broken
What has the Valley given you? A machine that you can talk to?
What Google says is not law; put down the Black Apple
And nature must obey necessity
What powers must the coders obey?
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold
Veils are torn from the rails
Always the mountain, never the view
Let the switchbacks lift you
Right now, do you know where your water comes from?
Earthquakes happen so fast
The imperfect machine does not know
Like a lioness, you must know
Elemental man buried in a grave of silicon wafers
Remade in the cave, restored on the trail, ready
Do you hear the distant drumming, do you see the scout in the tree?
Your ancestors are here, breathe the air of continuity, bake the bread of life