This poem can be listened to.
We think of lag as a slowing
in the data that is flowing
down the wires
with our desires
while our ping is quickly growing.
But as often as it's not,
it's actually a loss.
A signal tapered off
and some data missed the log,
or a router lost power
while trying to transmit.
You're trying to submit
but the electrons called it quits.
This happens all the time,
more than you might suspect.
But we ought to tip our hats
to to the nerds with respect,
because every packet gone missing
has another one behind it
if the client misses one,
there's another to remind it
and another after that,
and more ready in the queue.
They keep firing the same message,
until it makes it through
and a signal bounces back
confirming "Message received,
we got that chunk of data,
we're ready to proceed."
Humans are pretty clever,
upon closest inspection,
we bend light to talk and laugh
over imperfect connections.
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