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.
