Seated focused on the pixels
Hiking rambling to and fro
Here to there to nowhere
Saw some truth along the road

Bouncing light to iris
Unto retina there resolved
Upside down shot up the network
To this thing we call our own

This thing we see has no end
No boundaries from here within
Though we like to pretend
Around and back and around again

They cling to movie endings
Clamor and jostle for seats
Don’t give them the satisfaction
What we see is ours now