virtual reality
© 1995 Devon Koren

i am the daughter
of the 16th dimension
i breathe pain into my art
and watch
as the colours resurrect
my characters
and give them porcelain masks
upon their incandescent stage
i watch the
timeless tragedy of
creation
destruction
reversed to bring a new perspective to
linear time
where all now's converge
with this now
and all mistakes are forgotten
by idealistic theorists
we fear the test tube frankensteins
our reality created
with the gingery spice of lightning
everything revolves
evolves
around a certain crash of thunder
there is such a blissful order in chaos
delirium
when walls crash down yet never tumble
and honeysuckles shake their violet heads
the vast universe encompasses such a
distant fragment of my reality
with my feet i can feel the
revolution
the earth awakens
her children who scream of rights forgotten
long ago
forget how to compromise
distant voices too close for comfort
the presence of an ordinary ghost
the dejavu of after midnight
tickles me again
i know
the sea whispers a million tiny secrets to me
and i caught each in a porcelain shell
and gave it life
in my second dimension
london bridge never fell down -
it fell towards the center of the earth
this is virtual reality
our subconscious mind
fills in the blanks