Dumping

We used to savor the fakeness
the grand illusions that were so spectacular
those meticulously arranged decor
designed to invoke wonder and excitement
because the real thing was so mundane and plebeian
and fancy things that glittered were so rare and expensive

We used to love it so much
called it entertainment
worshipped them as celestial beings
the glamor of living in fantasy
so unreal
so pristine
without a speck of blemish

And now we have in abundance
your word
your desire
perfect in form
effortlessly
pennies on the dollar

There is nothing left
but the soul
unabridged
the mortal eye is incentivized
to notice it finally