in the kingdom of sugu
sugu is on his plane,
in a world that exists in 2 places at once, always simultaneous,
re-created electronically and then modelled in 3-D
sugu is the architect and creator of his world,
and he inhabits it 24 hours, 7 days per week
there is a disturbance in the force
somewhere in his private matrix, the virtual captain,
the cosmonaut
oneironaut
psychonautical explorer
donning his google goggles
sugu sunk his sceptre into the good green virtual earth
there to spelunk the levels of a shared technocosm
hideous and beautiful
the curtain drawn by television
internet killed the video star
and this will do in the internet
the ascendent angels
a net of gems
now belonging to the veil he had adopted
everyone becoming a cartoon of themselves in three visible dimensions
and keeping tuned to the frequencies on their visors
mirator and visor
beholding the beauty and taking it in
the screen and the eyeball,
interacting against the only barrier the spirit has remaining
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like jem and the holograms, each one of us is our own synergy now
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