The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive


When dark and drowned in fountain's red despair
I all alone construct my cast-off state,
I fly in Second Life to my unholy lair
And there rebuilt the world I love to hate -
My home! Absolved, I fly a solid sea,
Search nudes and textures, such frivolity! -
But for good purpose - a place to disappear -
And then to live and die in that good night
One can't walk gentle in; now avatars appear,
Caress and bend their prims in dawn's bleak light.
Please do not run from me; do not fear my eyes
Which glow; they only mirror skies
That split me open, spread me; I turn crust -
Caress my sheaves, fulfill my ruined lust. (Second Life site)

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