Second World

poetry

A Friday poem…

 

Second World

we move in light that isn’t sun
the second day has just begun
as we dance in this place

here again another Friday
we want to hear the music play
as we all share the space

watch our pixels, we come alive
within the second life we thrive
our souls are on a screen

a breathing shadow we become
avatars moving all as one
look, we want to be seen

we exist not as silhouettes
nor like puppet marionettes
because we laugh, we feel

we share with one another
like a sister, mother, brother
our second world is real

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