Spider Robinson's Plug In

sitting, spine curling, eyes glassy in rebound reflection internal struggle in cyberspace brings smiles and a few brief howls feeding off my own mass, I disregard this reality neural synapses tickle the pleasure centers free of charge have I eaten, have I bathed, have I moved in how many hours regard the fantasy, I am the princess ax in hand clans form around the click and ping the web drawn tight glows world within world, the always ever after grows and grows, unreal reality, the construct of naive minds, re-envisions itself First Published by [Insert Coin Here] Anthology 2013 By A Kind of a Hurricane Press