Virtual Reflection
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In the monitor’s reflection
The daily timid fear
It is the hatred reflected from pain
Healthy and perfect anonyms
With a sore loser complex
The ability to hide
Is the triumph of the screen
They conceal faces of bitterness
And souls laid in misery
Fondness for the virtual world
Is the disappointment of looking out the window
Endless crude certainties
Contained in perfect rhetoric
Constant and suppressed shivers
Far from reality, above suspicion
They type… depressed humans
Camouflaged in rooms, lurking
In memories, sorrows prevail
In virtual phrases, glories
Born from minds without greatness
The fate of the negative egregore
Is the element of the keyboard
Of egocentric victories
Cries out… the unloved
(of senseless virtual experiences)




