Silver Light
SILVER LIGHT
I once knew a man
who thought he was free
then looked in the screen
to see he was me
existing within a
square cage of silver light
watching ones and zeros
form black herrings on white
making instant choices
from what is seen in there
for goods and services
or victims begging care
watching vague images
upon a cave wall screen
real on the outside
unreal when inside seen
experiencing a life
whenever now or past
algorithm programmed
from the beginning to last
revising for myself
life-long identity
with beautiful people
appearing to be me
seeking virtual truth
from the assured appeal
of accepting all seen
as being really real.
Copyright © Jim Hanson | Year Posted 2023
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