Outside a box is lonely.
               where 6 sides dwell
others huddle in a safe place.

But I'm alone like a star lingering
              within the dark places.
No other near, space is my virtue.

Where I linger though others collect,
              Shining in collective thoughts.
A radiance I never thought expelled anywhere.

I was alone, outside a box, crumpled sodden.
             recycled old thoughts,
But we need not a box to package ourselves in.

There is an awakening,
                   not to packed away,
We are a new generation of consenting reflections.