The charms of the internet

I was going to read a few poems today, then go back to my game.

I'd felt a little burned-out on poetry this week, and started playing 'World of Tanks.'  It's one of those games with a steep learning curve, solid gameplay, and the satisfaction you feel as you gain some understanding.  Later, no doubt the dissatisfactions will mount, and the initial "high" will wear off.  The game developer will seem more and more like a cruel joker who really only wants to induce people to spend money and more money.  Somewhere in there, I will quit.

Yet for now it's great, and I was only going to read a few poems.  Well, the whole day has gone by, and I read a vast number of poems, even wrote one.  You just never know....

Somewhere, there is a blind essence, trying to find its way, gingerly touching ahead as if through the sands of an ancient watercourse.

It doesn't have friends,
Just companions of chance,
As they swirl together,
In celestial dance.