Utopia.
Built
axon by axon,
a mirage of pixels
scattered on a
blank screen.
Why in a room not a room
of white plaster walls
stained with insect remains
can’t we enter the worlds
beyond our screams?
Shake the silence?
There are doorways,
Dark and Light,
through which we
wander
saunter
scamper
rustle
fumble.
Speck by speck,
we gather shards of color,
space, scent
and piece them together,
these places
we live.
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