The Search

Debates; Malecdictions; Tiffs -
Words roll about,
Zooming in and out,
Spewing manifold jargons around.

Sometimes
Shattered words tangle up in
Romance,
But don't bother:
They get back to order soon enough.

Mysterious, still -
A Powerful lassitude burgeoned,
As '-logy's pressed forth.

Pages Yellowed;
History googled;
Scripts hyperlinked.

Now:
Language,
Devoid of Content,
Flapped this way and that.

Every second,
The world is shrinking.
Still, invisible clicks determine
The right and the wrong.

Question:
The '-logy' spirit
Rules me readily;
I sit quietly in the web,
Drawing patterns around,
The prey(?) is yet to come!