This was written 16 years ago today. I think my intent was to talk about the self as a sort of container for our swirling emotions and egos. I've decided that it's also clearly a mirror...
Original :
Boxed Storm (7/8/00)
Solid white vision
of a black box
polished crimson
in a purple light
Seamless edge
blue stone inlay
a rose or lilly
Reflection of self
imposed on the surface
Cold to touch
inside glowing white
water
Edit :
Boxed Storm
There are eyes here
they imagine themselves on the surface of a great box
Cold to the touch
the seams are red with welding the interior a blur of noise
We could call this a real thing
that it represents a soul or some intangible self
The face reflected on it
It is mine and yours and ours
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