Stepping out of Tron

I lost my world in a mirror. The mirror tricked me. I thought I was 3D.

I was 3D, until my mirror tricked me. Now I’m two dimensions. Eye candy. Background noise.

Someone taught me how to be one-mindful. Now I am single-purposed. One-dimensional. My blade just lost an edge.

They figured out a way to grind me up so fine, into a pointilistic portrait. My EP is an LP. I’m seen in single vision. I got a one track mind.

As i got stirred into the kettle hot water, with powdered cream and splenda, I guess I missed the point.

Still would I find my way through them, though the passage was not easy. Pontificating in the joint.

I reconfigured myself then, like stepping out of Tron. Back into the world of phenomena.

Now I am
(something like)
a phenomenon.