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Let me say first

Life has a way of issuing a reminder

Making man conform to the box he creates for himself

If this were my picture the only vision to see would be the black

The one color I’ve grown familiar

Lacking the presence to see the reds green and purples

Knowing the taste of vines I’d say they’re sweet

But for me there is only the box.

Perhaps I’d feel different inside the bottle

Less black

Less dark

Slightly exposed

But where I’ve been in search of wisdom is this box.

Carried around

Weighed

Compacted

Compressed – scanned – tested

Intake; receiving

Sent back for failing to address the pain I held inside

I had lied

I was a liar to men - to myself

And then the day arrived

I finally found

Deliverance.