Good memories…

Good memories…

There is temptation

To believe we are all a facsimile

Avatars

Watching interactions

From a grandstand

Eating popcorn

Supping a cold beer

From the comfort

Of gold class

Waiting for the set piece

Action to begin

In cinematic sound

Are we all gamers

Accumulators

Building a reputation

As a point score

Failing in a quest

To find the Grail

Falling back to earth

In a dust storm

Do we start again

From the beginning

With extra credit

From the previous contest

Pinballing blindly

From one virtual existence

To another

Do we have a reality

Are we known

By any other name

Will there be an end

To this game

Promoted as a saviour

For the soul

Is there a due date

When all tasks

Will be completed

In timely fashion

Are the results

Of competition

Withheld until

Independent arbiters

Are satisfied

In-house rules were not broken

Shortcuts not taken

Unless within

The province

Of a second life

With a moderator

To underscore

An upgraded

Programme schedule

Striking out

Unevenly matched

Frequent fliers

Who may offend

The delicate nature

And fine sensitivity

Of this carefully orchestrated

Life-sized

Fully blooded contest