What if the hyperreal really isn’t real,
And the news never happened?
Our perceptions are just pixels, photons,
Bits and bytes scattered on a screen.
Gods and monsters both just
Misapprehensions of a troubled mind.
But whose mind is responsible for
The anxiety provoking representation?
Surely some eternal consciousness
Has not conspired to create in you
The illusion of evil and the construction
Of unlimited chaos battering the bulwark
Of what was once known as rational thought,
The eternal barrier against the evil of doubt.
So rest easy, troubled child, your current form
Is ephemeral and passes in an instant.