What if the hyperreal really isn’t real,

And the news never happened?

 

Our perceptions are just pixels, photons,

Bits and bytes scattered on a screen.

 

Gods and monsters both just

Misapprehensions of a troubled mind.

 

But whose mind is responsible for

The anxiety provoking representation?

 

Surely some eternal consciousness

Has not conspired to create in you

 

The illusion of evil and the construction

Of unlimited chaos battering the bulwark

 

Of what was once known as rational thought,

The eternal barrier against the evil of doubt.

 

So rest easy, troubled child, your current form

Is ephemeral and passes in an instant.