Black Box - May 29, 2000 In the shadows I hide, like a box in a forgotten home. Having seen sunlight once, I retreat to the comfort of darkness. Where everything is muted and welcoming to our own dark secrets. And everytime I lurk, I gather the darkness around me, absorbing all the words that slice surer than a surgeons' blade. And so the words pour from the box onto the page, so many droplets seen crimson in their freshness. -half of the title by KS