Illusory

Sometimes you speak, 
sometimes I fantasize, 
and often 
neither one should be believed to 
prove some truth against our odds 
of simulacron data mines, 
of minds - all numbers -  dominoed, 
each crash the chime in ancient clockwork-
time unwinds for no one,

 there is no chance at rebirth. 

but dream of anything enough and 
trust bursts forth its fruit; 
our minds the most delicious gemstone:
 slip strung carbon shining too, 
as sure as the wristwatch winds, and 
sets the motherboard a humming 
every morning, birdies chirpin' cause you 
wished that you could hear one,  
sacred movement, 
bless your ears and 
bless the program, 
bless your fears, I know 
you cant come clean completely, 

but time unwound just won't play easy.