do not go inside a box
it is dark and you may be lucky if there is a breather in there
if you go there
it will be sealed and there is no door
for an exit
i am in here
and i am telling you
it is true.
i am like a fly figuring out the weakness of a bottle
wanting to break out from glass and cork
somehow how did such a fly learn to live in a vacuum?
i am the philosopher that you know
who can melt also with the snow
Now, look, this is the box and it is now
inside my hand....
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