For Jack "04"

Compressed and confined in the box of my mind
Without color or canvas or easel
Frozen in darkness, recoiled inside
My nightmare's perpetual sequel.
One moment daylight. . .
The smell of fresh air
The vague recollection of people,
I'll spring from my cell like a bat out of hell
And ring every bell in the steeple!

Something is stirring here inside and out,
Tolling bells from a distant cathedral?
Suddenly, clarity without any doubt
Its Pop goes the weasel!
Armless and leg-less I'm flung from my cell
To laughter and cries of confusion,
Finally confronting the terrible truth,
I only exist to amuse them.
Someone come anyone push me back down!
Back to my dreams and delusion
Safe in the void of my cubical cell
Where my defects were just and illusion.