12: The paper-cut world

Once there was

A paper-cut world

Hidden from the rest,

It never showed signs of being there

Nor signs of immersive tests.

It lay beyond the black, black sky

Eased in between painful shears;

A city of shadows

With grey, tarnished gallows

And concrete-slabs for years.

Never they spoke

Of tale untold

Of our colored machines

They also deemed

That we seemed

Destructive and misled.