Now the box is open
Now the box is empty
I opened the door but it leaked out
Exploring fibers yet unknown
And its breath was salty and fresh
Light and dark
Filled with contradiction
Or perhaps different ways of knowing
I laughed, it laughed
But we meant different things
Now the box is empty
Now the box is open
Go and chase your unknown
May it lead you to love.
Denis Streeter 4/2/12
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