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Let Down
by Richard VinceYou did nothing to build my expectations,
So I do not deserve to feel
Disappointment. All you are doing is
Existing; you did not ask to be
Copied and pasted into my imagination,
Where I edit you to fit my desire.
This is the reality of unreality:
The way we make ourselves forget
That the person in the picture is real
By turning them into a work of fiction.
The third dimension is hidden
Somewhere behind the screen, and so
We fail to see it, never thinking of
The world outside the sharp edges
Of the perfect rectangle of pixels.
This is how we have always been human,
But now there are so many more blanks
To fill in, so many more people to
Believe we know from the scarcest evidence,
So many more windows we cannot open.
09/30/2024 Author's Note: Escapril 2024 prompt (belatedly): “The Internet”.
Posted on 02/09/2025
Copyright © 2025 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Johanna May on 02/17/25 at 10:56 PM Truth is very simple if you are closer to its parts, because truth is rarely one whole made thing. The internet as your perceptive poem symbolizes usually shows a glossed over whole not helped by our subjective wishes. Behind is a myriad simple parts that makes you feel foolish after realizing, similar to seeing the craft behind the magic trick ir the real person behind the spell like glamour. I am thankful for your prolificness. |
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