Barren Poem by John Prophet

Barren.
Nowhere to go.
Limited.
Exploration proved
limited.
Science failed,
found no answers.
No way to travel
beyond local space.
Dead planets,
hunks of rocks.
Clinging to lifeless
radiation drenched
rocks.
Useless.
Could not
recreate Eden.
Looking out,
found no one,
nothing,
useless.
Looked within.
Began looking
within.
Within technology.
Within
virtual space.
Space with no
limits.
Created realms.
All,
Gardens of Eden.
No rules to
bog down.
Bog down
exploration.
No speed limits,
instantaneous.
Be anywhere
instantaneously.
With a thought
anywhere.
All went within.
Within
the machines.
Became one
with the virtual.
Crossing barriers,
domains.
Crossing dimensions.
virtual all.
Controlling time.
No limits,
personal paradise.
Found them.
That's where
they were.
Found them
all.
Everyone was
within.
Within the
virtual, the
virtual multiverse.
Unlimited!