Iíve never gone outside the dome and wonít,
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but, I imagine, if I could breathe there,
the warm ammonia wind would fill my lungs
with an astringency and alertness
that oxygen could never bring to flame.
Iíll never truly see outside the dome:
my glimpse from spectrum-changing, filtered ports
and digitized viewscreens leaves me wanting,
imagining the sunsetís trillion hues
that I can only guess at from within.
Iíll never hear or feel the storm outside,
though microphones can yield fidelity
that howls from speakers with sound precision,
these goose bumps from imagination creep.
The quickest way for me to learn something new is to first understand why I'd like to learn it.