Virtually a Yogi

Virtually a yogi the world is at your fingertips
Real depth is just a flat screen
Real tone is a compressed wave that jingles artifacting
Real people are so close yet so far away
Strangers are more familiar than family

A sense of closeness to others is like
Dreaming of a dead pet
It's only really pleasant if you don't know it's a dream
Separating from loved ones is like
Living through a heart attack deep in the woods
Surviving with the comfort of marauding bears
Who can't see you're almost dead, but trust you live
Enough to produce more edible garbage

Wishing for reunions is like longing for the taste of salt water
And dangerous undertow because summer sun used to be fun
But don't cling now to mystery slime that washes up on the beach
Could be dangerous

You don't know who that slime is
Or where it's been

Listening to news breeds angst and competitition
The downfall of one is the triumph of many,
And virtue is the opposite of vice-versa. 

Watching friends decay is like watching a roast burn in the oven slowly
While your arms are strapped to a wheelchair

Seeing children grow
Is like an old ghosts twice born in a flood plain
Who watch waters engulfing their kin
As if to float together, but instead both are swept away
And left somewhere else to wander 

Old age and sickness are a slaughterhouse
That livestock tour again and again
For a nip and a tuck
Yielding a pound of karmic debt
Like calves drinking blood and milk
From an old shaky heifer
One one of us dying while the rest live
On dividend income from the healthcare industry

Death is a nagging wife
An ever constant reminder
Who makes you want to keep living
You really can't live without her
In a way I dread her so
But together life is precious