simulation
And we are all as lions
Taking what we desire
Innocent of conscience
As like a lover the universe yields
To the purity of our heart,
The persistence
of our play,
As if there was no distance
Between what we love
and what is there.
But the bird only temporarily stands still
in mid-air.
Soon enough it flies again
Like we believe it always will
And life goes on with merely a glimpse
of what might be
And we question, at a new remove,
who we are,
What we are doing,
what do they want,
These impossible, non-existent
other humans.
The pharaohs have become blue and gold,
Their faces immortal
as they hold with a smile
their cross to their heart.
But it's no longer possible
To learn how to live from sarcophagi
So we float from tome to tomb,
roaming the rooms
That stretch on
it seems
to infinity
As part of an unrelenting plan
That the cat finds openings in
with an instinct like creation,
Holes that are always there, seemingly part of
the fortification,
Escape intrinsic
to any control.
