Boxes

[DDT]

The world folded up,
A small box was born.
It sat on the ground,
Being painted and wound.

A new box surrounded
The darkness was complete
Eternity spent wondering
If the light was a dream

Upon the floor it sat
The paper was its barrier
Soon ripped and torn
The last defence gone

A crack opened up
The light got in
Out it was dragged
Without asking permission

The button was pushed.
Jack popped up, neck escalating
Forced back again
Reset for another try.


David Bennett ([email protected])
Murphy's Law Newsletter - Volume 4 Issue 1
Feburary 1995 for the University Computer Club