The Box-

The Box-
Turning, churning, hurtling through space-
The cold, gray steel reflecting darkened light-
And darkness surrounds the Box-
And darkness is the Box-
But inside the Box there is only a reflection of the darkness-
It opposes All-
Even itself-
As it flies above Earth it smashes through People-
Through Ideas-
And even itself-
And then a fissure begins-
Not visible to others-
Only to the Inhabitant-
It continues until it encompasses that ghastly Container-
And at its weakest point-
The Pressure is to great-
And that great steel Box is crushed-
And humanity seeps through-