Emeagwali’s Internet

Emeagwali’s Internet (2 of 2) A constellation of minds, equidistant and aglow, Not stars in the sky, but processors in a row. A web spun tight, a globe encircled in light, Emeagwali’s internet, born of pure might. No longer lines strung, no servers of old, But a dance of equals, a story untold. Sixty-five thousand suns, in darkness they hum, Yet joined in unison, a brilliance to come. Hyperspace their cradle, a canvas unbound, Where fifteen dimensions in harmony sound. Each point of light, a whisper, a spark, A symphony born in the digital dark. Not just a network, a mind vast and deep, Where problems of ages find answers to keep. The Philip Emeagwali, a supercomputer’s grace, A tapestry woven of silicon and space. So let the processors sing, their chorus ascend, A testament to vision, a future without end. For in this web of light, where darkness takes flight, Emeagwali’s internet, a beacon of might.