My first attempt at a villanelle: "Do not go gentle into a world without HTTP"

Do not go gentle into a world without HTTP

Do not go gentle into a world without connection, without HTTP! Another generation may be content with radio, TV, and phone
But we, we rage against the lack of connectivity.

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Tho’ parents and grandparents know a world of productivity
Based solely on print and text and place, we—we alone—
Are the first where time is what matters and place is empty.

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Boomers dream of being as adept as we,
Yet their pale attempts to connect and belong
Fail in our world of 24/7 connectivity!

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And Xers who believe they invented HTTP
Who first broached the idea of place postpon’d
Cannot fathom our nature, our instinct for connectivity.

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And we—the present generation—simply called ME’s
Have seen what brave new world we own
And relish our world of cybernicity!

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So, you, my mother and my grandmother, friend me. . .
Facebook me as you will, yet you are always strangers in my virtual home!
My generation has moved past your cusp of uncertainty
And only we live, love, work, and play in a world of 24/7 connectivity. 

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[Three notes for any readers who stumble onto this poem:

• First, I owe a debt to Dylan Thomas' "Do not go gentle" for both structure and form for my attempt at this villanelle.
• Readers may find several explanations of what a villanelle is by clicking here
• Besides the homage to Thomas, my other "inspiration" (for lack of any better term) is living this past week without my computer and how empty and lost I was for nearly 7 full days!]