Sifting through the sludge,
Wading past some grudge…
World wide web it’s known,
Oh how vast it’s grown…
Searching takes more work,
Due to all the quirk…
Barely worth the toil,
Yet here in this soil…
Finding stuff to like,
Along this tiring hike…
Diamonds here and there,
Gems that shine and flare…
You can find some too,
Muddled in this glue…
Keep an open eye,
Lest you pass them by.
© 2017 – James Sponseller – mindescapes.net