Dear Reader

Given how coveted attention is

In this mad, distracted, impatient world

In which a like means much more than a kiss

When something carefully written is hurled

Into the grey, seething, virtual void

And you deign to touch it with your bright eyes

Only a rank ingrate would be annoyed;

Infinite diversions, your move defies

A vast and complex machine conspires

To freeze your eyeballs and keep them transfixed

Upon one of a trillion pixel fires

But with my small words, your mind is now mixed

Humbly, we ought to thank those who will read;

Time and attention, our words sorely need