Inside the small box
That is our experience
There is nothing new:
The folded edges
Let in small amounts of light
To read old news by.
But the lid is loose ---
A gentle push opens it;
Look, there is a sky!
If you throw your weight
against the side, you can tilt
the whole world open.
Just another box
That may look like open space
But has edges, too.
ome spend their lifetimes
Thinking the box protects them;
they worship cardboard.
What lingers outside
is violent, wild and risky:
It is fully alive.
Without much warning
it may devour your small box;
why die that slowly?
Life is not easy;
Anyone who denies this
is selling something.
Look! Your box and mine
Share a common boundary.
Let's leave together.
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