the world in a box.
My box.
I carry it around with me.
I take it to school.
I eat and sleep with it.
A nice box. I wouldn't
want to keep the world
in an ugly box.
The box has six sides,
with clear plastic tape
lined at the edges.
I never take the world
out of the box.
No, that's not true.
I take it out sometimes.
I take it out so I can
talk to it, and clean the
dust off of it, and clean
out the shit that gathers
within it.
I like my world.
My world in a box.
My box. made especially
for my world. My world
is round, blue, and white.
It is very good to me,
and I back to it. We
are good to each other,
and we are good for each other.
I take my world out sometimes,
just to play with it.
I roll it down a grassy hill,
towards a quiet little
path of water. . . . .but I
get there first and prevent
it from getting wet.
Then I put it back in
the box and go home.
I don't care.
I do how I please.
Go do how you please as well.
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