Deep fake

The sound is flawless:

Remade, restored, fixed

Glued onto a well-known face:

It has become real by now.

The miracle of life

Is a collage of distorted features:

They flow impeccably into our minds.

Your eyes, my eyes: lost.

Convinced. Alone.

Every story slides into a new fairytale:

Who knows

Which person we are talking to

Which speeches we are imagining.

Our new reality steps in

Like a shadow:

In the midst of yells

I can’t make out a single sound.