Authenticity Not Required

Furrowing through Friendly Burroughs,
Meandering over expressions fields,
Looking to be virtually encouraged,
As the blind man longing to be healed.

Traveling trails of threads and tags,
Mining moments freshly posted by souls,
Searching for a spot to park their bags,
Preparing to be part of an imitative whole.

Wandering free in near community,
Collectively connecting through thin air,
Gathering seconds fragmentarily,
Dispelling bits and pieces of despair.

Copyright 2017. L.L. Shelton.