Some argue that meaning comes from context
Web means one thing to a tech billionaire
Another to an arachnophobe, vexed;
About what’s in the context, we should care
In the bin, I’m just so much round rubber
Anonymous, inert, quite meaningless
On the ice, I’m a coveted lover
With me, they become gods; without, worthless
Precisely what I am matters as well
If I were glass, or silk, there’d be no game;
A clever satyr with my name could tell
A joke or riddle, but what’s in a name?
Surely, meaning is made of what and where
In the net, I create joy and despair
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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