We see our brains

As highly developed

Digital masterpieces

Receptors keen

For ever more waves

Beamed from chosen

Universes of our desires.

But what if

Our gray matter

Is more the 30’s type,

A vacuum tubed beauty

(Burnished walnut no doubt)

Unable to maintain a

Constant Signal

Where minute changes

Of the dial

Deliver us to

Alternate realms

Universes divergent

In subtle ways

And more

Where evil lurks;

The lurid and the low

 

 

Are we to be trapped?

Are we able to gain control?

Stay tuned,

Or not.