Jesus meets plato

“In my Father’s house are many mansions”

Christ

Peering thru a mobile darkly,

The egos secretary at hand,

I snap angie, she has what no

Human has: time: where has time fled?

Here we cast our shadows on the walls,

Here, we producers talking of the real,

Here, we daydream in a space of nowhere atall,

Here we recall a real world, here by ourself,

A room curved to the right, falling

To the side

The room, and on top to find over the grass,

Placed army, police, and politicians, amassed,

Outside the mansion,

Where there’s no longer a space,

Taken over by a chatroom,

Logic worked out for you.