It’s an experience, checking

Look back and upon 
that which you wrought;
did you make it?
was it a thought?

Nary hapless ones
fighting for their worlds
universal puns
ironing boarded pearls.

Refresh the screen
it's got a theme
can't take it anymore
should the window
shout the door.

Networked telederision
making up the sighs
puffing passing revisions
an inter web of my's.

Are your theories 
getting game
as you weary
of your fame

or were you never
meant to see
how it all 
got to please?