Let me be clear:
As a matter of principle, we offer
Bundle deals and console cross-play
As if words had ever been so beautiful
Lapping at the transpersonal dream
The procedurally generated magnolias
Encourage pollination by means of
Your mind’s interpretive function
A rich sap filled the clichés laid bare
While the stream crashed
As a matter of principle, we maintain
An expectation of your compliance
As the sky marshals order over
The five layers of atmosphere, a sense
Temperature offers to reason the heavens
Under which regulated panic burns
Crying out turn on gamer lights
Turn the flesh outward, place it
Inside this monitor’s realism
There we can speak
Of an ordinary ideomotor
Response, the ground from which
Multistable percepts coil
My impulses, plunged into picture-
In-picture, the eye a twenty
Second delay from its movement
This empty receiver you submit me
To with your own gaze, interminable