This is my box,
home to contrived chaos.
I open and close it
many times a day.
Beside my box
are other boxes
bigger and smaller,
all of them surrounded
by an even bigger box.
And if you left this box
you'd see a field
of boxes
sprawling the land
further than eyes can see.
And how odd is it
--the mere idea--
that all these boxes
adhere to this sphere
we reside upon
like a collection
of living magnets.
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 10:21 AM UTC
This is my box,
home to contrived chaos.
I open and close it
many times a day.
Beside my box
are other boxes
bigger and smaller,
all of them surrounded
by an even bigger box.
And if you left this box
you'd see a field
of boxes
sprawling the land
further than eyes can see.
And how odd is it
--the mere idea--
that all these boxes
adhere to this sphere
we reside upon
like a collection
of living magnets.
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