285 followers?
I know I get over 60+ unread poems every few hours
(which ***** when you have a life at all)
either posted or reposted
by poets and/or their collections,
and I know less than 285 poets on this site
that regularly go out of they way
to type some words (even if pseudo-anonymously)
to me to let me know they enjoyed a piece,
rather than just clicking a button and giving me a gold star.
Pavlov's dogs would find this somewhat familiar.

To me, anyway, one worthwhile comment is much more gratifying than are one hundred likes.

My most "popular" piece on here
has over two and half thousand views
with only eleven likes
and with three people not counting me
in the comments field.

So,
I wonder
just how worth it is to favorite something
in this spamstorm;
though, I know,
I, too, can spam.

I suppose the most important thing
is to actively seek what you enjoy;
the poets, the books, the people,
the art

art.

I hold that word, art,
which, to some, means:
'an absence of apparent purpose'
and, to others:
'an opportunity to ascribe purpose.'

Which are you?
A nihilist or a romantic?
A bit of both?

So am I.

I don't know
what this turned out to be,
but, I suppose that it's much like life
even if it's just a poor analogy:
for I ran with it
and allowed it to form
and thus, in a sense,
gave birth to this work
which as, unto itself, taken Life.

I suppose the moral here is to hold dear what you see fit.
I suppose the moral here is to yield, yet to aim.
I suppose the moral here is to trust in One's self.
I suppose the moral here is to persevere.
I suppose the moral here is to not rely on Technology,
but rather to suppose that it is some sort of tool
which we created to fit a purpose
which we have since forgotten and taken for granted:

any Tool
used as a Crutch will fail;
except for Crutches.
They work well for that.

Have I lost you yet?

Good.

Perhaps now you can find yourself.

I'll be waiting there.