Poem: The mask

The mask

I connect through the transparent mask
Triggering autostart with the first breath

The first gasp creates a suction cup
A short panic of asphyxiation

While expelled air learns to escape
This prison I evaded for decades

I enter the augmented world
Where dream rejoins machine

To return the night to silence
To make morning the green dawn

When I stretch out to my mind
See a city rising in the plain

Begin the march to its outer gates
And speak once more in bells.