john tiong chunghoo

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A Black Box

somewhere in my frame
a black box that clocks
my every heartbeat
every wink of the eyes
every single hair that sprouts
but sadistically conceals
all the vital numbers from me

somewhere in my frame
a black box that counts
every of my pores
everybody i am going to meet
and the exact second i am going
to kick the bucket but allows not a single
shard of light to escape the stasis, the black hole

Poem Submitted: Friday, October 12, 2007
Poem Edited: Saturday, April 16, 2011

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Comments about A Black Box by john tiong chunghoo

  • Marvin Brato (10/16/2007 4:12:00 AM)

    Everyone got a black box.... a soul! It may represent also a conscience which dictates which is good or bad. Thanks bro, top marks.

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  • David Blake (10/14/2007 1:41:00 AM)

    Nice poem I give it a 10. Ty for your work.

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