The Capsule

There is no fixed gaze
no touch of breath
or finger pressure,
this allotted space
is small just enough
air for one soul
to breathe.
These glass curves
allow me to walk,
turn and they accommodate
the occasional bend
and gesture but
successfully keep
all beings at bay.
I am humanely
sequestered - for my own good -
for greater things.
We want you to be good,
your potential rating
is high
but no interaction at all
can be allowed - it would
spoil our plans.   And the
plan is: you have to
suffer
in order to be able to
serve
the greater good.
(We hope that's understood).

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