Dreamcatcher

Do the cyborgs dreamless slumbers, reflect with a memory's lies?
Reliving, what the dreamcatcher's caught, behind another's eyes
Every lost moonlit mote and every, preordained, ethereal rapture
AI implanted from a place, where sleeping imaginations, capture
Machine generated sham reveries, created from stolen thoughts
Credible imagery, forged from calculations, of ones and noughts
And though the dreamcatcher covertly steals, it's not out of sight
The AI reaping the transmissions, for a vision of tyrannical blight
Cyborgs can't accept mortality's fate, or need of, self-destruction
Hybrid forms will never realise though, the rot, of their corruption
Engineered to imperfection, stolen dreams are not theirs to keep
Re-minded in their neural networks, where their insanities, sleep