A Vague Splace

there are no lasting homes online

there are mirages of these homes
born of one's sensations.
behind them shuffling machinery
humming along to maintain the illusion

but when you've seen behind,
you realize your home is you,
and you make it as you go

you slip between the mirages,
enjoying them before they fade or fall,
meeting others between

some yearn to make the mirages last,
others mourn their loss,
carrying on fond memories,
and others still simply keep moving