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
