Trinary Cubed

All that a picture remains on the internet appears to be, on the exact same location in cyber space, we each one of us here online will visit, one day during the micro fractions of a second, which elaongates across the time of our lives, eventually hardening and breaking off into grains of sand, flashing on the wind turning and reflecting off their tiny crystalline facets the blue wavering tone of a cathode ray beam, mirrored back skitter shot and captured as a still frame of a blurred rope flash, wound about a fish for all eternity to forget in the drop of an instant passing by in silence.