Who for?

It's mine, not yours
For me, not you

Twas cathartic to be a creator
Demiurge without a care
To tryst my willing paramour
In my screen-illumined lair

I'd bang away frustrations
On her cacaphonic keys
Reveling in ministrations
Let me count the ways

Then at some point declined
Innocent purge and delight
Occluded by dross and grind
A tale as sad as trite

Thus underswept the symbiotic world
Connections strained and wavering
Lovers taken by virtiginous swirl
Separate currents braving

Mercurial winds dash and reunite
Old oscillation eternal
But it is possible to reignite
Disclaimed sentiments fraternal

Over this micro-land
I reign gatekeeper creator
But resides here more than planned
Life which transcends the mirror

I have returned to this earth so sere
To huddle with my entities
I hope the time is near
To reclaim the nursery

It's ours, not mine
For us, not me