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it is dark, and in the center of the dark is a white spotlight and a box as if on the floor of a stage a hand enters the light it is lifting the box and holding it up for display but what is the box is it pandora’s dowry or a collection of nails and screws from my father’s garage does it drip with old motor oil are rust flakes clinging to the hand is it covered in mud and clinging roots inside a tin robot, ripped playing cards, a length of string and a box of matches is it tin or wood is it light or heavy and if it’s heavy will the thing inside blind me is it the ark of the covenant or an old wedding ring or a penny, or a dead worm the hand retreats with the box pulls back into the dark there is only the spotlight and the light is gone
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Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 4:04 AM UTC
In The Dark There Is A Box
it is dark, and in the center of the dark is a white spotlight and a box as if on the floor of a stage a hand enters the light it is lifting the box and holding it up for display but what is the box is it pandora’s dowry or a collection of nails and screws from my father’s garage does it drip with old motor oil are rust flakes clinging to the hand is it covered in mud and clinging roots inside a tin robot, ripped playing cards, a length of string and a box of matches is it tin or wood is it light or heavy and if it’s heavy will the thing inside blind me is it the ark of the covenant or an old wedding ring or a penny, or a dead worm the hand retreats with the box pulls back into the dark there is only the spotlight and the light is gone
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Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 4:04 AM UTC
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