Misery Index

Disembodied, our consciousness
Explodes and fragments, into streams of sleek illusion
Our ambitions, they intertwine
Across these wires, where imagery and circuitry conceive your dreams inseparable from mine
One part desire, and one part capital, fuel delusion,
For all these pointless things we'll never need
Glaring facades, fade to mirage, coaxing in culture benign
Hunting for bliss, yet none can exist, where no wit nor wisdom thrives
Soma-sedate, running in place, dimensions compressing with time
Dreaming in code, sleeping awake, spiraling into an endless night
A plague of objects, ephemeral, hallucinations, consensual...invite them in