What good to write when so few have the time
to do much more than nod and swipe me gone?
Opinions vary, but to ramble on
without an audience seems too sublime.
Besides, what difference can a few short lines
make when the world needs changing, not anon,
but here and now, before the chance is gone?
The line between much good, and none, is fine.
What matter does it make, ten thousand friends,
when only two or three may even try
to navigate through streams of postured talk
that lives for but a moment, then it ends,
before it has a chance to qualify
as something just more useful than a rock?
You read me? I’m in shock.
It does me good to think of you out there,
afloat in that great ether realm, somewhere;
I write on, since you care.
Together, let us seek some peace of mind;
there is no limit to what we can find.
28 APR 2025
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