POEM: http://heavenlyhref.com

Your webpage,
like a dying night star,
lives on as an archive


Your content,
A sliding curve shadow,
will seem to me like a dream


For all the inspiration,
untamed then refined,
that led to your post


Is hidden as I check pages and days


And all the indignation,
that followed your post,
will be hidden for all my days


Your webpage,
that pinged now times out,
will live on in memory


Published,
beyond the reach of comments,
will timelessly glow on my screen