The Box

I am a box,
every side simple and flat
Exposed to the eyes
released to the world

A box being me,
with so many planes,
drawings fluttered across them
emitted in all directions
Simple yet elegant being I

The box is I,
unknown inside, complex inside, dangerous inside
The pointy edges remind you about
the sharpness of the corners in my mind

He is the box,
the defined lines of each horizon
outline his physical body
The shadows across the lines
reveal the twisted coils and intersections
within his dreams

The box,
for it is well in view,
well beyond your dreams
beyond and behind is the box
for the box is I

HF © 2003