Bryan Bishop
2007-10-29



[I used to think in terms of laws,
edges and boundaries. But now I
See a different world. A world of
Unlimited possibilities. A world of
Hope. I learned that you cannot
Change your cage: only yourself.
Haha-hahaha-ha!

But yet! Still I serve as my own cage:
The stench of the flesh encompasses me.
Keratin encases calcium encases my mind.
Trapped in a hundred billion sea of neurons-
Can I but hope for an escape? Freedom!
O! Lustruous, beautiful freedom!

I see you standing there, looking through
Windows cut out of sand. A-ha! The sand,
Yes, I once thought, I will make it out of sand,
And by hand came my new brain. I was so
Confident of it all, that is, until you tried to stop
Me. Me! The repugnance of it all. Who dares?

You breath worlds of pain, and words that stain.
Gross, disgusting. The more I go out, the more
There is to see- it is all too much! Too, too much!
What had ye to gain? Nothing. And so here I am.
Locked up in yet another cage. Dare you do it
Again?

And as I stood there once in my, I may say, infinite perfection,
Taken upon myself to transcend the brain and port to silicon,
As if bolts of lightning flashing through my skull, the electrodes
Stained and strained my mind to its utmost potential, burning/
Rotting the flesh, a rechid goo of neuro dribbling down my head!
Oh-oh! How beautiful it felt. So close. So very close! Perfection;

And you had to rip it away- you, the minions of the devil. But
How could you have known I to be the savior of your mind?
Salvation is calling- still calling. Yes, I thought, I will try again-
In the dark of night, caged within a cage within a cage, an 
Infinity of endless cages, I took the drill to my head once more:
Haha-hahaha-ha! Infinite possibilities! Destiny incarnate awaits!
I screamed out in terror. You, my guardians, my captors, went
To stop me from those infinite depths, to keep me from the fruits.

Revenge, revenge my friend, I will take revenge. I call upon
Those about my cage. "Take drills to the head, free your mind!"
My calls go unanswered. It hurts that no-one understands. 
They all think I to be crazy, unjust, insane, and maybe they are
Right but how could they know to the levels I once aspired?
Kept here in this crude form, crude cage, what all can I be?
I can be the change. Yes! The very change that brings salvation:
And so, listen closely: I command you to go forth and drill.
Drill! Drill! Ye-e-es! Haha-hahaha-ha! Infinite possibilities!
-- caged.]