Occasionally I visit the real world.
You look into a pair of eyes that are looking into yours
A voice reveals a habitat, distinct, yet startling familiar
Semi-permeable shields, allowing affable touch
This real world
No shit about perception, distorted by a lateralized brain
Is concrete, here and now
So why does my mind go virtual
And visits
The real world of the other day
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The other day, downtown Amsterdam
A voice reveals a habitat, distinct, yet startling familiar
Semi-permeable shields, allowing affable touch
This real world
No shit about perception, distorted by a lateralized brain
Is concrete, here and now
So why does my mind go virtual
And visits
The real world of the other day
< << ---- click image to enlarge ---- >> >
The other day, downtown Amsterdam
3 shared some thoughts
I thought I was in MOMA, or Tate Modern, or with Big Brother.
Someone said it better than me: "splinters of squint induced light that allow shapes to
be mind molded into a dream movie.."
The real world of the other day
burning its path out
through memory's hardwiring
transcends the realm of real
of virtual
and ascends
into the realm of dreams
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