The box

we watched it

until it became nothing more than our friend

it put its foot in the door
as we tried to close it on its toes
but it regained traction
via our observed reactions
and men in those cleaned germ free overcoats
taught us to see afresh
it was then, now is now
it was then i found the box

and now i dig
into lovely earthen feel good
toes on fresh warm mud
nothing can stop me now
sharpt molten metal digs deep into plyation
sweet smells eminate
they are those of compliance
and as i dug deeper down
i felt and then heard a clunk
it was the box

inside the dug up retrieved thought
was an ancient reality
redressed and wanting
supposed wishes didn't help
i had to look inside

the box

what and where...
why and hows
dont help me as i open nows
hoping to find a place unlearned
from others who bury times away
the box is there for us to find
and try to take into us
and trip away into fellow hurting.

the box

will tell you where you have been
and it will let you know where you are going
dig inside
deep down
trying not to feel
only to think in deep hard solid metal thought

the box

doeth protest too much
its markings do make
and its construction imitates
do not fear or loathe the box
for it is you
and all inside

is hate

when the box is finished
its will is done
you will find you are the sun of suns
a reckoning and the hell of all things reality
which you should love to own within you minds eye
the box is you and the box is me
we are the bought and sold
we think therefore we have control

pay heed to the box
it has its angles
and so do you
played within and without
its dimensions
you will