Automatic #3

Surreal.  Seattle, going away in life.  Crystal semi phosphorous.  Forensic.  Natural, telepathy.  Congruent shades of wisdom.  Asymptotic symptoms.  A virus, addiction forewarned.  Created into nothing.  How diplomatic.  Tactful beyond reason.  Green tree frogs leaping in despair through a holographic universe.  Intuition of woolly mammoths.  Recite the poems.  Tongue twisted.  A metaphor until dark.  Hopefulness closing into reality.  Reduce reality to probability.  Too little, too long.  Too big, and too wrong.  Rationalize into a shallow meaning.

The Box

The only gift

I know

A container
for your soul

careful

a box
to conceal
opened
reveals

evidence

all that could be
that would be
an empty place
a waiting space

Carve your pick
from memory

grasp the key
to forgotten locks

willfully drink
poison
or plenitude

choice

the final answer
in the box