In Existenz
I saw two moons
One was cardboard-grey
And the dish ran away with the spoon
The other was piercing, yellow and bright-
A unisex cross of an eye-blinding light
And on a street corner
Between two tall trees
Kneeled two black angels
With massive white wings
They bowed on a plateau
Before a gumby-like shadow
With broad-even shoulders
And dangling limbs
And for a moment
I understood closure
What it means not to know
And never to see --
-- But back to the shades
Lacking glimmer, a glisten
I wonder why they don't talk
When I'm willing to listen
Why don't they state the rules
In the chance they'll be broken
Unless they didn't count
On one poor lost token
What I wouldn't give
To just make them pleased
They wanted oil and water
But I gave them fire and ice-
How much more can I tell them
I don't hold the keys --
-- Back to Existenz
Where fake plastic looks pretty
Wool-gathering and rubber gods-
Birds do come out at night
Amidst petty shudders
And dreams in plight