crash landing
In the order of angels
where do we stand?

Are we prisoners of virtue
or virtual prisoners?

At times I think I'm fading
and at others arriving.
But I'm only thriving
when I get a message
from your domain.
Or when I'm composing one
that will flow to you
through the ether

Is all this leading
to overwhelming questions?

Or, are we just trolling
through chat rooms
where men and women
come and go
speaking of DiCaprio?

There's no time for us
to keep asking
'Do we dare?
Do we dare?'

And it's too late
to turn back and descend
the virtual corkscrew stair.
If voices wake us we may crash.

But what will we know of waking
in a moment of truth and
what of truth when search results
show two million hits?


© 2004 Joseph Dias