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Sing, O Lord, through me,
of the wrath of false messages
and the cunning of unseen thieves,
and of the journeys of many a user
who wandered long through the wine‑dark web.
Guard me, Muse, as I launch my little ship
upon the crowded sea of signals:
let no siren‑song of clickbait
lure me to the rocks,
no Cyclops of malware
trap me in its cave.
Give me passwords strong as bronze‑shod gates,
companions wise as old Nestor,
and a cautious heart
that questions even gifts
that come “free” from unknown gods.
When storm‑winds of rumor
lash the timelines,
teach me to lash myself
to the mast of truth—
to verify, to wait,
to choose silence over folly.
And when at last,
after much wandering,
I log off and close the shining lid,
may I find my own hearth
still safe,
my people unpillaged,
my story not stained by treachery—
so that my stewardship of this digital Odyssey
may be sung, if ever it is sung,
as the tale of one
who listened, learned,
and returned home wiser.
wracton@gmail.com
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