The Mine Poem by Iain Prior

This rock it spins and orbits the rim,
Of a fragment of light set in the night,
Deep in the recesses of our minds,
Lays a synthesised fallacy of virtual humanity,
Spinning in subspace chiral duality,
This universe endows and willingly allows,
Conceptualised futility of mans conceived ability,
To circumvent reality with fear of deaths finality,
This crevice we mine enlarges the time,
Of the space between things running in line,
Grafting a fantasy of cold hard reality,
Stretching inside us beyond our own minds,
How many times will this play like a rhyme?
Before I wake from this dream deep in the mine,
Time.