The Box

Like many,
A young, liberal man:
Claiming freedom,
Helping when he can.
Dancing and accepting,
Holding his faith.
Believing in choices,
In ghosts and in wraiths.
Not the questioning type
But a stalwart
Of the box.
Sees himself selfless;
An untier of knots.
Then one day
A glimpse is revealed
Of what might not be.
He’s not sure what he feels.
And the walls tumble and crumble:
the box is lost and gone.
And what the world was
Is ruptured and torn.

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