I drifted in one day, years ago,
A novice
With little understanding
Just what rules there are
In the Cloud.
The freedom to express, anonymously
No faces, no names.
As chosen... The power of words, unencumbered by sight or sound.
The inhibitions of a bottle of wine
Safety of distance
From the crowd, an interest piqued
And the danger of attachments, unexpected
Unexpected relationships
Unintended meaning
Undercurrents without form
Undermining reality
And so, with past
So careless, incautious
So dangerous
I now glide with the attention of dove
in foggy skies
Because much is hidden
By a Cloud
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