virtual

[vagabond]

virtual

ground is lost so easy in this stream,
this lucid dream is keeping me awake.
sleep is like defeat, as it reminds
of unwarmed beds and warmed up meals.
i swallow but the bitter taste
won´t dissappear.

the spider world keeps pulling
through the monitor.
no use to touch the screen,
it can´t be reached.
the other side
i hide is mine.

my virtual waste, all poured in space,
but though i have unlocked the den
the thieves have stayed
with me, here in the real world.
another unreal day.

virtual
 
I´m in a spider web that leads me anywhere
as I stare into a flickering monitor.
No use to touch the screen, none to inquire
about the other ends or dead-ends of the wire.
 
But how was I trapped in this tractor beam?
Incapable of disconnecting from a dream,
paralysed by longing or by desperation,
swallowing the toxins of this revelation.
 
The den of thieves shall be set free in cyberspace.
I long to pour my feelings out among the virtual waste,
left empty-hearted and condemned to stay
here in the real world another unreal day.
 
 


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I am not here but could be anywhere
as I stare into a flickering monitor.
No use to touch the screen or to inquire
about the other ends or dead-ends of the wire.
 
To lose the ground is easy in this stream.        
It only seems controlled, this lucid dream.
I´m paralysed by longing or by desperation
and swallowing the toxins of this revelation.
 
Unlock the den of thieves in cyberspace,  
and pour my feelings out among the virtual waste,
left empty-hearted and condemned to stay
here in the real world. Another unreal day.



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maybe depressive bullshit. I am thankful for every critic.  
 
furthermore those lines were slightly inspired by another poem posted here, hope that´s not copyright infringement.