New Leaf Sonnet #6

You search for me and I cannot hate you
Though I'd a good hard hatred coming on,
Animosity vein-coursing ice-blue
In ventricles and chambers, now it's gone.
Wayward Internet service providers
Cause human chaos in their too random
Functionality. And we confiders
Of our souls are sore dependent on them.
But what else can be expected from this
Disconcerting twenty-first century?
Lost in the great electronic abyss -
Displacement is the new normality.
But my foolish heart loves it all the same,
That you searched for me by my given name.