Does anyone dream of electric sheep?
Pure Pedantry led me to an article in the New Yorker about Phillip K. Dick. The article led me to watching BladeRunner. That led to writing the poem below. This was last night when wordpress decided to eat posts (get the servers a snickers bar, I say) but apparently ate its fill.
Running on the Blade’s Edge
you are walking in the desert
a tortoise on its back
baking
withdrawal is an inappropriate response
when life is on the line
“Let’s go to the off-world colonies!”
The sky leads to the pretty ones,
but nothing is ever as it seems
within pyramids
emotions are falsified
deception is unknowingly supplied
the fall of twilight is accompanied by chimes
even the truth is a lie
“More human than human”
then can we be replaced?
mythical creatures, such as unicorns,
are figments of multiple minds
Your existence has been declared
illegal
withdrawal is an inappropriate response
when life is on the line