We live in boxes.
Boxed in rooms
Boxes on wheels,
Office boxes
Soul boxes.
Walled off from others
Cubed inside the building
Blocks of society
Towering high above
Town squares.
Our balance is off.
We twist and bent in
Fluid wind.
The fall will break our
Live-in boxes.
Sunday, June 11, 2006
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