BOX

I exist
In Three dimensional space
In a place outside
This time and place.

I exist
In flux and phase
In a non linear way
Of explaining this phrase.

I explained to my mother
That a room full of boxes
Is a room full of space
That a box equals a space
In this godforsaken place
Take away the walls
And all that remains
Is space in a place
I explained
If you fill the box
Then the space becomes full
When its empty
Then it simply becomes
A box of space
Once more.

As society we to live boxes
we call them "Home" sometimes "Houses"
Four walls to hold
Are treasured possessions
Suits, ties and blouses,
Stored, sometimes used
Until the day we die,
Then all that remains
Is space in a place
...And a nest for fly's.