VR’s Cutting Edge
by Odin Roark

Hence without parent of flesh and bone,
the digital womb of zeros and ones
spews forth the immersion of surroundness,
where engorged pixels of animated fiction,
rise with decibel accompaniment,
impregnating sub-organic life beneath keyboard and mouse,
for another binge of wanton Epicurean chaos.

Rising above the mud of Reality entertainment,
techno-angelic innovation creates a new existential levitation,
nurturing our escape from the primordial ooze of Network pleas,
our digitized limbs stampeding to abandon
our so-yesterday-touchy-feely-drive-by lives,
rushing to become lost in an isolation of choice,
an endless drift into the next tomorrow,
to drown in the future Genesis of fin, feet and wing,
becoming the new half-species of digi-lab success,
where to touch another human will all but disappear
in the sterile maze of progress,
the endless rushing about,
clamoring for an even sharper cutting-edge…