Splitting Us and Them

Within a chosen realm, Empty, yet occupied by many a mind Stacked upon the next, as chaos forebode, They’ve left their very own bodies behind. In there, they’re Theirs, The Them, whose glimpse the gospel pined. Stacked upon the next, in order by code, Their there, where they’re confined. As if, as if, They’re there, Yet neither hitherto here nor hither beheld, Beyond on behalf our whereabouts share, Here, where body and mind must meld. Within this obligatory abode, Full anatomy empty apart flesh and bone, We bend to pretend the anarchy, We wrought ere we’ve ever known. “We’re their's,” He said, In absolution, Sure we’re here for share, Yet neither fear nor despair was made aware, In replacing “our” with “their.”