boxes upon boxes upon boxes…

life seems to expand this way
a single box you live within, until you see the lines of the next, larger and surrounding the one you currently live in
sometimes you jump to a new box, but come to later see the box that surrounds ever great growing of boxes you’ve entered

this box I’m in, many many strings pull in
i take and i take, i forgot how it feels to give
even though i have done so
remembering your intensities, past goodness, is difficult

learning upon a new box, building upon an old, so easily forgetful of running your fingers along the edges, seeing the edges for the first time, forming opinions on how sharp it is, what color they resemble, how a line could be brought to new shapes, so quickly lost in converging with these shapes