The Renaissance Man of the
post-modern age
Needs more than to span the page and the stage
The sculptor, the painter is left in the dust
For little is quainter than old-fashioned lust
For solid materials, stone, cloth, and ink
To be modern, ethereal, he must <hyperlink>
Programming his passion, using virtual tools
Commanding to fashion with gibberish rules
A virtual space of clickable tags
His virtual face, the tricks in his bag…
But alas, lest the times leave him in their wake
He must wrap the last line with a bracket
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