Marge Simon Dreamscaping Virtual
I never tire of these vacations
breaks possible only in neural space
matings in psychodelic phases with
synth-glimpses of fanged eagles
and toothless wolves.You turn for an embrace before
inevitable departure into Real;
wearing suits and holding shields,
the standard wolves and eagles come
to dress and take us back to work.It is a curse of differentials,
defined only by what is within us
toasting with fine wines instead of blood,
observers in temporal terms of
crickets, ticking clocks, mortal refuse.Dreams beyond the street-talk and faded promises,
For in Virtual, we have so much less in common.
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