Being, Seeing

I am in a room
infected with normalcy -
the ticker - tape of life
crawls before my eyes.

The man who stoops,
the woman who whoops -
see me a drug -
my body is but a bottle.

I'm looked at, talked to
and left untouched.
Untouched by these machines
at full throttle,
I exist a flame in a bottle.

Who's unleashed this sorry tape?
Can I escape,
vision?

Rubbing my eyes
will not let the genie out.