clicked; loaded; yet another viral page?
gossip? scuttle? the babble of our age;
philosophic musings? drivel? delights?
more opinioned discourse? more low-brow fights?
no. echos of purpose, pride. i goaded.
toeing silent pools for blog reloaded.
fourteen months, a password, blocked from view,
while substituted words trickled in lieu.
one collection ended, another paused.
nothing in the middle but percieved flaws,
mis-directed blaming, anger, and fear,
but streched in the middle: a vacant year.
see the words, wrapped down the screen, author passed;
while my diminished work; excuses massed.
future generations might wonder why,
those efforts stilled for mere a poke’d eye.
clicked; loaded; my locked and silenced rambles,
tear down sheets, pause, air the fleeting shambles.
philosophic musings, drivel, delights;
these things echo flavours of new insights.
between words, new purpose; between lines: pride.
flippant adulation for those who’ve died
marking fleeting history, scribing our age,
perspectives unleashed from a small web page.