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Poem-a-Day
 
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Golden Eye

Golden Eye

 

Real woods were filling up
with real snow while I sat inside

listening to Kid A on repeat,

playing Golden Eye.


The only level I remember
there was snow everywhere,
satellite towers I suppose
I was supposed to blow up,


enemy combatants

wearing winter suits,

or were they
for nuclear radiation?


I don't remember anything
really but the snow and how
I always found my way

to the edge of the game


where the details were
all a little blurred. 

Some designer got lazy, 

tired of playing God.

 

Whoever it was I was 

waiting for under

those pixalated pines,

I thought I gave up

 

waiting for years ago, 

but here I am again.

You who've come this far too,

take my cold hand.

 

Tell me it was you.

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