Mar. 14, 2020

Flashing in the night

It's three in the morning.
Green flashing around the ceiling drags me from the deepest sleep.
My brain slowly engages. Aha a firefly!
It glimmers, lost in a weird alien world.
No concealing vegetation. No insects and especially no females.
Still desperately flashes for a mate.
How similar to our own existence in the artificial world created by our kind.
Is a bed natural?
Are we all equally lost, desperate and doomed to die alone?