The internet came to me. It spoke in truths
crowdsourced and said I never had to wait.
It wore its triumph bright as sequined armour
of many colours, dragon-like, with comments
flaring off it from every name in every tongue.
It wore a long cape, which I did not expect.
It asked me ‘WTF is up?’ I replied, ‘I wish
I felt better. I’m lonely all the time. Even things
that should be good seem flat and kind of dumb.’
It showed me some cool stuff I’d never seen:
a seraphim of flying cats with their blue glow
bright in all directions. ‘Wow, nice,’ I said.
Then it showed me a forest thick with pines
knee-high in snow. It told me every needle
on every branch was one of my memories
or belonged to someone I knew. I stepped close.
I reached and touched them, saw them endless
and captured there, and never felt more alone.