3D

There was once a dream of me--all 3D,
a thing protected--
dust held within the light projected.

I was something shifting, sifting through the drifts within the wind,
caught within their rifts so thin.

I awake-- a faraway Meanwhile-- 
my phantom-dusted self caught anew within some holocaust--
black and white--
now just a font upon the shelf.


Someone won, someone lost,
caught in the printed RGB & Key holocaust.
There was a dream of me, all 3D,


a thing protected.
These dimmer dimensions once seemed so thrilling--
no fear of death or killing--
but life was never a thing expected.

I was dust caught in the light projected.