Catching a bit of light,
holding it
to see what it
illuminates.
Some piece of my
consciousness
I have never
seen before.
A not-quite-memory.
Were you there?
Or was it a while
until we met?
Uncovering,
wound in
imagining,
conflating my whole world,
until I doubt my own existence.
Narrow it down
to just a few
mental pictures.
The tree through the window,
or the bird;
is one real,
or is it manufactured
purely for this
simulation?
Just like you and I,
but my rendering
is terrible.
Pause.
Fade.
Glitch.
Fuzzy around the edges.
Not to mention,
this story line,
is ridiculous.
HG – 2021
