Figure D7 TANGIBLE

Southward now, material once more,

To a great hall, echoing and chill,

Nothing is here, it seems, but walls and floor,

But through our bodies wild emotions thrill:

We love, we hate, we fear, we laugh, until

We know that from a world of glass and steel

Discarded, human souls these caverns fill,

Exiled by their owners from the Real,

Bereft of every power save to touch or feel.