Dreamscape

That boundary where the real world

and the machine world fantasy meet

and bleed into each other in minds 

that find it hard to tell the difference 

now let alone what it will be soon

immersed in virtuality like Gibson’s

construct a never ending game world

much better than you could even hope

for/a retirement from organic life into

silicone vistas Xanadu paradise more

luxurious with pleasures that the poet

in his opium haze could imagine.

Yes, it will cost you everything as your

body withers even as your mind dances

in terminal absorption.

It’s what Howard Hughes longed for.