the box

there are
sheep grazing
silently sleeping
gently slipping
into a box
so tight
so locked
there are
peep holes
to look out
see the world
one piece
at a time
there are
fragments
that make up
the vision
of what’s out-
side the box
there is more
always more
and yet another
box
with a rusting
lock

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