25. A-13-A

Between these white boxes and me, little passes…
No comfort next to the nothing they bear.
Their shoulders carry no burden,
They encompass the component around which they were designed to.
I encompass nothing.
I hold it… wondering if it feels me…
Wondering if … in it's world it thinks it is holding me.

This little white box.
Feels more than me.

The End

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