And. Cardboard



And I have been cut off

In a world of cardboard boxes

Stacked upon one another

Taped together by adhesive hands

The laughs peer in from out

Through the hole the sun knows

The gawking eyes pay homage

I teach them about cardboard

You see it is weak, taped

Things fall through when

Heat engulfs the boxes, then

The floor is full of dust

They must be tucked in

Little niches, comfortable

Keeps the tape always safe

Supported by structure

Cardboard clutter is the soil

Everything has its misplace

Need knows no boundary

I make another stack of hollowness







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