I bury my eyes
in shane koyczan's voice
feel the folds of the syllables
rolling off his tongue
in there a whole world could fall
fit
and burrow in.

I close my eyes
see nothing
but his fireworks

the tornado
the hurricane
the spewing raining lava of his words
as his sentiments color my insides
and paint the soul
of my soul*

I blink
squint
and rub away the clear cut
edges of my box
to finally
properly and openly
               
see.