beach of plastic

the sand granules
teem with artificiality
the water is there
rolling and rushing...or is it?
is it a solid superfice of manmade materials?
manipulated to deceive the human eye.
even the sun, is it an burning fluorescent light
with an off/on switch?
where am i?
this giant, humongous room i am in,
every aspect controlled to confuse me
a machine controlled mirage.
let me out of here,
i want to go to the shore

where the ocean, the liquid authentic ocean,
bubbles and squirts as mother earth allowed it to.

-Pamplemousse