A Hundred Milliseconds of Solitude

by Ina Centaur

pixels plenty; images sprouting; unto pictures;
    a thousand words coalescing converging:
    a world inside a world blossoming thriving.


ephemeral surreality; abstrusified multiabstractions;
    an idea embodied vision in the real:
    from mind to mind freely fleeting flowing fly.


pixels lacking; images fading; unto umbra;
     a thousand prims fated derezzing dying:
     the kismet of time disappearing ending.


presently, however:
     *you* exist, and i thank thee for that.