Futurum Poem by Petra Novakova

When Morpheus refuses my pleas
To enter his realm without invitation
I count electric binary sheep.

When I finally achieve rem sleep
To learn it is not my salvation
I dream electric binary dreams.

There are no blades to cut me deep
Only zeroes with no edges.
There are no runners to take the leap
Only ones with sharp edges.

When Morpheus wakes me up
I have to choose between red and blue.
When he reveals the cruel setup
I finally realize what I am due.

I sleep like the dead, cold and obscure.
I sleep like the living, warm and pure.
The future is but a live video feed.