FRAGMENTS OF A HOLOGRAPHIC ROSE

SONNET:The Count/ ORIGINAL STORY: WILLIAM GIBSON

Pieces of my shattered life rolling off the steel

Fragments of a Holographic Rose falling evermore,

Living life through decks and tapes, all the eternal meal

Picking up stolen emotion from out beneath the door.

Waking up at three A.M., coffee packet in my hands

Looking beyond all space, lights shining through the dome

The loss of all my magic, conjuring all upon demand

Living life in this mystifying place many wish to call home.

Arriving home to steel containers stacked upon the floor

Acid rain smoldering through the passion that was nevermore

At final glimpse through the mist, a finger in its place.

As long lives life, love may not subsist,

For Fragments of a Holographic Rose falling in the mist.