A Virtual Reality Devotional

Behind the White Coat

Stained glass window

The body lies prostrate

On the confessional floor

A weakened avatar

Your closed door

Heartbeat slowed

From afar

Fading finally

Into empty code

Mere tokens

Conquests

Meaningless and broken

Nothing of value

Can be taken

Only the memories of love

Gained and lost

And gained again

Virtual virtue

Virtually gone

And truth now clear

Life

Turned into fear

Death

A final frontier

Hold your breath

It is not so painless

As they wanted us

To believe

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Published on April 08, 2017 08:29
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