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 & vapours
unafraid of unseen dimensions.
Humans
(alien to themselves)
bump into
other humans who
apologise
or grab hold of you
thinking you are
someone you are...not.
An unknown woman
clings strangely to my skin
her perfume calls me
by an unknown name
tells me she is “...frightened
so... frightened...”
& then is
lost again.
I walk alone
through this Kingdom
of the Blind
walking through cloud
not knowing
that you too
(my love to be)
walked through
its magic
missing one another
by an inch perhaps
a touch of
hand maybe
(was that looming Yeti
really you?)
Love delayed
by moments & months!
Ah, Mr. Gormley
if only
your installation
could have given me
my love
to be
even earlier
conjured her
up out of this
Cloud of Unknowing
I would have been so
impressed
believing in Art
for heart’s sake
but it was not to be!
And I had to wait
(oh alas poor me!)
for Summer & Stratford
to produce her
materialise
her.
Your installed cloud
was I admit...close
close but
not
touching!
But that’s alright
I can forgive you now.
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