Time-Kapsule, Poetry, Virtual Reality,
Reel To Real
Simulation

Am I real? What about you Are we here or there, somewhere far away Is this existence nothing more than a dream Reels of images, rolling round and round But who is the dreamer? Is it me or you Are we all but one picture, sectioned pieces A jigsaw puzzle floating in space Segments pulling together, magnetized Reeling each other in, hook, line, and sync Tangible prints, are we? I wonder I cannot touch you, nor you, me; is this real Are we not thread wound around bobbins bit by bit connecting, circling round and round Sewing patterns, redesigning a higher fashion Pictures amassing pictures staggard frame by frame Sight or memories, which is it, I don’t recall The movies in my mind circulate, recycled By you and him, him, and her, they and them Tangible pictures, perception of touch, are we? Or are we snapshots fastened on a reel in time Time is our time, absolute, or are we actors? Actors in a movie, reel upon reel of photos Photoshopped into another’s virtual reality The reality is that the rotation continues spinning If a higher intelligence is directing the show The simulation will continue, swirling further Perhaps we are not fishermen, just a school of fish Deep diving for answers, only catching a worm Reeled in, taking the bait for another reality
-Just another random thinking moment spent pondering the simulation hypothesis. Some philosophers and physicists believe that we may live in a simulation created by more technologically advanced beings. Is it true? I have no idea, yet my wandering mind took a trip this morning.
Thanks for reading-Marilyn






