Neon pyramids.
Neural net sky.
Albion sinks below,
an acolyte above.
Surface of the sands,
once as smooth as glass,
broken now,
like the shards
of a shattered heart.
Who will smash
the hourglass?
Who will be the one when the time comes?
To speak first
with the last,
and be over the horizon
before the moon breaks.
Long, intersecting lines.
We thought that we had rendered reality
so thoughtfully,
but there is always
a tear in the fabric,
a snake in the garden.
Truth in the lie
is a telltale sign
there are sharks in the water.
Blink,
and it all goes back
to normal.
At least,
nothing interfering
with the code.
Still,
you and I know we can feel
every grain
slip through
and crash down
on our world
like an asteroid.
It’s no wonder
we’re out of our minds.
We live
confined
by straight lines,
bright lights,
and lies.
Break time.
It’s the only way out.
DJR – 2023
