Poetry About Google

A blank white field waits for the unfinished question. Before I spell the fear, suggestions begin to appear. Millions of pages rise behind a fraction of a second. The answer is ranked, not necessarily made true. Some questions leave a trail longer than expected. I close the tab still carrying what no search can settle.

Before I spell the fear, suggestions begin to appear. Instant access does not remove the work of judgment. The answer is ranked, not necessarily made true. Even google keeps more than one meaning in view. The fastest answer may still require a slower mind.

A blank white field waits for the unfinished question. Time carries the image beyond its first appearance. Millions of pages rise behind a fraction of a second. Some questions leave a trail longer than expected. The fastest answer may still require a slower mind. I close the tab still carrying what no search can settle.