The Comfort Of Solitude - Poem by Robert VazquezPacheco
If only Morpheus would show up on my
Computer screen, I’d probably block him.
No random computer contacts. No red or
Blue pills. No learning about reality. I only
Watch fantasy stuff in the movies. No reality
Thank you. No interruptions from strange men.
I find them disturbing but not in a creepy way.
The interruptions, not the men. I close my
Eyes. Sunlight and full green trees wave over-
Head along a sunny country walk. Change the
Channel, Francine and escape into...into…
If everything touches, then every thing touches.
Leaves rustling, birds singing. Dialogue boxes
Appearing like theater devils. Bu things can be
Beautiful. Look hard through the glass. Hear
The faint music calling you across calling you to
Something indefinable. Interruptions in the
Thought-process. Lines move through distance
To be captured in a point on the horizon. An
Eclipse seen through a pinhole in a piece of
Cardboard. A sun fills the darkness as a golden
Dragon swallows the sun. We imagine. We dream.
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