The Waste Lands

Sitting here,
doing everything imaginable
and nothing
all at once: I can
slay a dragon,
conquer kingdoms,
explore new worlds,
be
a
god!
Reality, what have ye
to offer? … April?
Ha! Every month is cruel! —
and the sensationless embrace
of an undead community
seems far warmer
than the indifference
of the living throng.

And yet…

dimly I perceive
myself an emperor
with no clothes —
that beneath the
shiny, splendored surface
of my favored realm
lies a vast barrenness,
undoing many.

For I’m immersed in
carbon-copy feelings,
becoming
pseudo-satisfied with same,
as I live this electronic life —
one non-descript unit of time
merging
heroine-like
into the next.

Now my heart is being overrun:
flesh that once sought similar
is slowly assimilated:
replaced by fibre-optic cables

tentacling squidlike, seeking some
digital port to call home,
yet ultimately left …

Disconnected.

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