alone, home
a computer screen
never-met friends
adventuring
in a made-up world

such intimate
knowledge of others
in the realer world
finds its way home
through fantasy
and the freedom
  abstraction
of who we are
  revealed

why would you care
what goes on elsewhere
with comfy sheets and shoes

why tell a lie
when you started to cry
when all the room's a view

why turn inside
on an uncontrolled ride
with plenty of mopping to do

each day i take
my body on its journey
purposefully without purpose
but to move and flow
with breath under the trees
to remind us we are
incremental beings
and the blocks
we build matter