A Poem
A child’s toy
Inside a doll’s house we abide
Oh, joy! Augmentation
Superpowers of elation
Superhighway to frustration
That siren call, connection
A knife edge, an inflection
Confronted with our own reflection
Do we gaze thereon
Or turn and run?
This lone hermetic venture
Grants none, asks no quarter
A point of no return
Inexorably
Drawn in