V1rtu@l w0rld

Through the copy-pasted trees
slithers a path to the brink of a new reality

dissolving faces are walking across –
their eyes fixed on the new horizon

for a day will come when all the pain will fade;
when a kind hand unplugs the rugged reality

outside; then they’ll finally be the ghosts
they chase – existence in exchange for rest

Among these sleepwalkers I dwell
like a stranger – even before reality fell

For I didn’t long for the world to be upgraded –
neither myself; I was despised and alone,

like a typo that slipped ever so silently
through auto-correcting machine of progress

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