Tentatively I walk
in a cloud

in a big glass
see-through box

blinded by the white
light

with all the other humans who
like you

stripped
of sight

touch the sides
of their glass confides

journeying
inch by inch

throwing themselves
outside their skins

searching for
that extra sense

within them
selves

to guide them
through to...

trembling like rats
in a laboratory box

an extra ear
grafted onto our backs


us now
mere mice.

Children flee in glee
run magically through

the mist