I posted a thought,
it flew away
down through dark,
cavernous cyberways,
to bump and grind
with other lonesome thoughts
in the hotbeds of social fretworks.

And worried then
where it might go
unguided, misunderstood
to liaise, frolic and fret
argue, debate
opinionate
in a world of posts,
untethered,
away from me,
gone, awaiting its return,
alone

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