two eyes staring down,
One,  the virtual and the real
One of glass and the other cheese
not a creature
no other features
stand over the city
reflect urgent transparency
if it is visible
it is true
the heavens
secret hold on the moon
one hundred percent
that has split and become
two, the virtual and the real
like life the dream
like living in reality
in sickness and in health
should be fifty/fifty
yet images have blurred
edges that serrate and grate
across a blackboard skin
that is the sound, of giving in