you are a four dimensional box
i memorize every edge and line and yet, I still get lost in your doors the second I enter your maze of a mind.
the transparent colors that seem to
transfix to the walls mystify and astound me at every turn.
i know everything and then I take one step closer and all
knowledge glides to the floor in one fowl swoop.
and yet, I welcome it.
the heavy enticements pull me in with such graceful force,
I could hardly imagine not greeting the boxes
and falling in