The Verisimilitude of a Simulacrum in Virtual Reality

Metal streamers glitter sparkly red, green,
silver in the sun, behind some trees,
a display of secret joy.
People on about their business as if nothing
never happened. There’s beauty,
that’s for sure, or, what we think
there is. It’s good enough until it’s not.

Humor is seeing through
the cracks in the mirror….
…a slapstick double-take
prat fall that destroys
concretion…a clown jumps
out from behind a curtain,
forever.

I wish I had something to say
about it, a pie-in-the-face chart.
No, we’re alone…children
in a carnival, crying because
we think we’re lost. Someone
hands us ice cream and we’re
happy again.

One life, and the game is over…
forty nine days to re-boot.
The last line is saved
for the next time. Here’s a hint:
It’s the same as the first line.