The tedium is our shared and constant solace
(Your page is not a fine or private place),
My memories are a failure to forget;
I never tire of looking at your face.
You fear the sneering cruelty of trolls
Who fear the sneering cruelty of the sun.
We all confound the tedium for the message
(Visitors to my website: 41).
The interface is a distorting lens
(When you mean confound, you say confess);
My fury is imperfectly conveyed—
We’re all alone: the medium is a mess.
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