A reason unseen in a dream waiting to be dreamed
Cries out from the withered husk of this man
Unremembered and buried on a shoal of memory:

A little boy lost in a distant tide of time run aground
Clutches his covers and prays in the night
Sings a soft song for his mother and an imagined friend

A self-imposed view through the space between the bars
Of who we are and who we think we are
Reveals all that remains to be seen in the windows to his soul;

And now separated still, incapable of fight or flight
He chooses to detach, disengage and
Disappear once again in his marvelous method of reclusion