The purple hum as the panic subsides
The rabbit hole that fictional construct opens out
Into a world populated by motifs from the upper world
There’s Zelda that’s Halo
That’s Myst that’s Wolfenstein
Kill the Boss and be carried home in triumph

But a real undertaking like Pacman Tetris or Galaxian
Cannot be won but only prolonged
The luckiest player a set of initials
On a high score list and a dark purple hum