Tomato Post Mortem

Inconceivable light, you took me by the horns,
you bit and prodded me toward tragic simulation, 
predictable end. 

I forwarded you the mistaken concept,
you told me it was not only too late,
not even in time.

I told you it was yummy, there is a human
randomness beneath the device,
your brain is exploding, can't keep up

And she does not even recall, 
the tomatoes are almost ripe.