Metaphorical Boxes
A consistent quest for simplicity
Ruined by the complexity and the
Never-ending attempt to fit
Thought too big with labels so
Tiny
A bus with too many passengers
To deposit in time and a face
Too foreign to place
We strive to put each event in line
We know the madness too well to trust
And the battle to align each square
And cube with its face and
Each vertex with the boxes, stacking
Higher with empty, crumpled papers
Til the light from the windows is blocked
And the cat’s eyes are no longer
Visible until the fallacy of
Truth envelops the boxes just for a second
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