Images envelop us. Depthlessness covers us Like a blanket. This ecosystem Is littered with billboards and cut-outs. This cave is populated by legions of lifelike shadows. Slowly but steadily, we are seduced Into a two dimensional existence. So this is Flatland. Outside of the glass, You step into view And the mind in me Is brought to you. Behind the glass, The image of you Passes before my eyes And the mind in me Is just as easily convinced That someone is actually there, Within reach. People and moving pictures, Moving pictures and people. The invisible glass barrier Between those who are on exhibition Inside the human aquarium And those who are real Becomes thinner and thinner. “I get this strange feeling,” you said, “Like something has come between us, like a force field— Something unseen. Something unnoticed at first, But for years, it’s been making it harder and harder To get through to you. You’re more distant than ever, more out of touch. Yes, it’s like there’s some unbreakable barrier Between you and me and everything now.”
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