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Poem 2/30 of a creative exercise. If this short poem provokes any thoughts, feel free to comment about it below!

Poem 2

Neon lights, plastic sights
Artificial reality matters
Pierce the bubble—treasured memories
Trickling down synapses.

Hauled out, stored away,
Turned back, damage replayed
Finding to seek . . . again
Keep journeying forward or be slain.

Consume or produce
Deduce and choose
Bound tight or shackles loose.
Solar flare or graceful chair
Somehow, anywhere
Legacies await those who dare.