Inside This Box

There is security in the wrinkled tape,

sealed as earlier,

to prevent the attempt to leak,

perhaps a hope we might melt the glue

pop open and leave the closet

this extraordinary simple plan

to keep the mind hidden completely

away

from onlookers.

The risk is clear,

if the flaps of cardboard monotony

ever receive the freedom to run,

the rains will no longer matter,

the moment will be sealed,

forever.

• photo found on Deviant Art