From this reality, my spirit flees
To the disembodied entities
Cast net wide for all my days;-
World unwilling to give in praise.

From my spirit's broken halo
Thoughts or fancies off they go
Walking on the water's edge
The dreadful deep of cyberspace.

Hoping for a forlorn grace
Or something good to take its place
Never have I felt so old
With my spirit growing cold.

Feel affection drying up
Like a beggar without a cup
Homeless heartless without a place
See the ruin in my face.

Cast off another virtual thought
Poet's feelings can't be taught
See a list of hollow conquests
Yet I don't have any regrets.

The artificial world is coming
Rats in mazes - we are running
No more romance of yesteryear
The uncertain futures here.

Population exponential
Don't say that I haven't warned you -
Like the sheep in a paddock
Don't know that a drought is coming.

Still, we care, still, we love
Take a pill and cut feelings off
Maybe I have loved too many
Now it seems I can't have any.



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