blogmeister
in the small hours of morning
he prowls the chambers of the blog;
sifts through the offerings of the day
the father of many offspring,
he visits them in their rooms
where their eyes moving rapidly
behind sleeping lids
project their dreams
onto the walls and ceilings
through the halls
echo his footfalls
he looks on this web that he has wrought
and sees that it is good
Leave a Reply