I must wonder how many of you have stopped looking, have stopped wondering. So many of my posts are windy poems, vague and uninformative.

What do you come searching for?

You know me far too well by now to believe I would give you anything simple and straightforward. The post just below this one will give you few clues as to my status. The setting is fictitious, the representation of the dance is entirely subjective, the language abstruse and--no doubt, by this time--annoying. Hell, the crimson coat doesn't even belong to the person represented as wearing it.

Have you come, time after time, only to be rebuffed by rhetorically coated ciphers? What do you do? It must have come to the point where you flash by a couple times a month or so, just to check. Upon seeing the most recent poem ("Another one?"), you skip away, without allowing the page to load fully.

I am certain that my diction is tiring after a while, my themes redundant, my style familiar enough to seem flat as hardtack.

Well, hell. Too bad.