PLASTICITY

I live in a blue plastic world,
breaths of nature and life
avoid my space.

Complete systems exist
to brush, cleanse,
sterilise my life.

You've slipped away into the bedroom.
I see your naked form disappear.
The cleansing cycle is about complete
uncontaminated by stress, fear.

One day I promise I'll be free
to fly out from these four walls.
Now I'll live, captivated
emaciated in ersatz harmony.