life on the web

recovering from the estranged entangled
attachment of knowing the other side of the screen
we say more than what we mean
even when we are silent and muffled

so I type away without wish
yet hoping you would stumble on this page
but perhaps there will be others who will engage
and rise to where you have diminished

but how long this eager wait
can't be measured by the recovering numbness
of realizing the wrong notes I've played
with little relief to this minute's loneliness

for as I sit in front of the monitor
a mess as I press on keys
with waning vigor
loss in thought but in peace

I declare
that in this mythic space
of cyber days
and digital daze

you are the spider spinster
the dark triadic minister
the weird sister
weaving the shroud beyond forever