Bubble Boy
Fantastic plastic
blurring a world outside
a window
A portrait of smears, smudges
blending into a separate reality
untouched
and alien
to the residents of the bubble
Elastic magic
playing membrane to the public vein
Connected through invisible mechanizations
Cloistered into the hive of a living matrix
Desperate to balance
desire and necessity
Forever longing
to come to terms with
a divine mind
forever quarantined
behind the eyes
of our primal prison,
and the knowledge
that we will never truly know
the world beyond the walls
of our self
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