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They spread their words - poets,

Around this firmament; across computers,

And between mutable mobile devices,

Filling servers with their mass poetics:

The nascent urge to write poetry

Possessing young Romantics, who’ve sprung

From the atoms of Democritus;

This is a new revolution, and isolation

Is smashed by connections, by sharing,

Which makes poetry, and poets anew.

Good or bad, criticism is displaced,

Poets will call themselves - poets,

In framed rationales to publish,

Called by night’s broad reveries.