Taking a Walk

Taking a walk down the corridor
It's long not never ending at the corner comes tears the destined end is nearing.
I stand at ease arms akimbo
Body flaccid against black railing
Borderline guards
Screaming in frenzy
Toppling's easy. Verily so.
The balancing makes me dizzy...
In the corridors of power
The rule of gold overrides
Personal freedom
Morals money mortality
Intertwine like the ugly
Crawling cables of
Cyber net escapes
The world is like a cafe
Where strangers brew their
Own desires
And discard half drunk concoctions that did not take
With a rueful laugh...
The net is the
casino next door to life
You can park in it
To roll some dice with destiny
Where each of the faces of a dice can be erased and rewritten
The dice is not ever the same
It always was intended to morph midway through the game into doodling a doorway out of  mismatched matrices. ..
The meandering corridor ends in a brightly lit brave portico
Proclaiming proudly its brick  and morter-ness
Promising a strong harsh dose of mortal reality...
Out of God zones and divinity dancing on tables
Out of end times and armageddon watch
Out of fast flow and where life currents circle and eddy then  stop. 

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