I ran to awaiting hillside , crushing-
grass and microscopic fauna beneath naked feet
Killed for a beautiful view
'Twould be better to report on such-
miracles from indoors
Was a jaunt through green scenery a homicidal-
memory
To safely assume the Red hawk is circling for his next meal
Fish are feeding at topwater , trees are dying , toppling over
Creeks are rushing to river , Bluebirds attending their nestlings
Warm winds grinding rocks ever so slowly , a red Fox is at rest
Is the end a step higher , have the random killed received a great reward
How high the trees minus the pang of death to halt their reach
How odd the beach with no shell to teach
To curse the cold of January with no knowledge of June
Life equals discovery , equals eternal motion

Salty boiled peanuts , hot black coffee
and Aristotle ..

Turning natures lyrics to prose
My loves to fruition , simple soft questions-
to hardened truth
Ancient forest to majestic actuality , hidden meaning to reality
Gasping , winter exhalation becoming
the voice of reason
Old departed friends come to call on red carpet hallways  , where logic is calculated with simple arithmetic
The rambling of philosophic writing halted with a well placed period

A lone , Water Oak wonder in golden armor
Sentry of the night , of uncertain shadow
The guardian of the gate , donned in-
bucolic regal linens
Living Testament to the power of Earth ,
securing the wildwood sacraments
Platform of the evening songster , transitional buoy of red morning starlight ..

A laborer bagging paper in the courtyard ,
smoking mangled cigarettes kept in -
a sock
Flags crack like whips in the Fall breeze
Disoriented black birds fill town trees
Breath has become visible on hurried -
townsfolk
Cars in angled row line the pharmacy ,
barber shop and the only downtown restaurant
Idle chatter , ringing of silverware , the  -
drawer slamming against the cash register
Waitress calling orders to a fry cook ,
children working gum ball machines
Middle class Americans in flannel shirts -
and blue jeans
Paying Friday tabs , barely getting by ..

I'm listening to ' Jackie Blue ' by the Ozark Mountain
Daredevils and gazing into the stormy night
Smiling , enthralled with every note
Creativity on high ....

The aleatory bridge of our love ,
a perfect note connecting the song -
within our hearts
The musical phrase of Sandpipers -
on lonely beachheads
The call of thunder , the intonation -
of the Angelic Host
Mercurial , agape instrumentation -
of dawns forest floor
Waterbird cadence , enlightened by the
apricot Sun
Crashing wave , carving stone , forever unexplored
Improvisational
Overwhelming .. Love ..

People come
People go
We get so close to people
we don't ever really know

We're all avatars
in this
the real world

Private self
Public self
Virtual self

We're all avatars
in this world

As real as the real world
As if it didn't have a delete
re-set re-post twelve more lives
power-off button

Real worlds converge

Real hurts
Real drama
Unfriend   Block

When the virtual world
replaces the real world
which is the "real" world?
Real money for virtual tools
People fall in real love with people
they don't even know
People come and go

The real world
The world that really matters
The real world is real to me.

Take your pick in the real world,
which is really real

Private self
Dream self
Public self
Virtual self

Real pain in the real world

Are we all really avatars
in the real world?

One day the AI robots
are coming with skin
3d printed
speaking your language,
real relationships
going the way of cigarettes
outside
better done in the garden.

The  AI's will be singing every night
"Happy trails to you "
When they know they are the
new real.

A virtual
real relationship
in the real world

Imagine that

Are we all avatars
in this world,
the real
real
world?

And which is that?

One day when we have dream machines,
is anyone gonna want to wake up?

We're all avatars in this world
the real world.