Sometimes I am here... Sometimes I am not

A short post to keep the blog alive, no more than that really. My rl is doing well, and as a result sl has faded into the back drop. I hope everything is well in all your worlds.

The cave of night our journey's mend,
with dreams that some how cease to portend their meaning
within pretension's gossamer grasp,
the flight that was or past, now entangled,
in that the web of perception's light illusion.
Now feigning interest in the play,
that conscience's king has crowned again,
wish wallow in our wonder delights.