AGAIN
if the Universes
fancies itself
to be
a simulation
who
am I to disagree?
decry the fiction
abhor that our reality
should
present itself a sheer
illusion
two-dimensional hologram
mapped out into three
upon which
all our projections be
fully encoded
but
if this be so
then why
so much brutality, pain
and suffering
and why
when the last sun dies
signalling the arrival
of ultimate
ending
do I have to
word for word live
out
the reset
follow the script
from the star-
forged formation
of my molecules
through birth
to death and
what
sleep extends?
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