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In a box
In a translucent box
I reside.
Much that captivates is seen outside, yet
the view by me is not reciprocated.
Others do not see beyond,
not through windowed walls the space I occupy.
Unseen frayed white curtains,
I may draw.
A glimpse offered.
Eyes with no color defined,
mine, see through these translucent walls.
And from a safe distance I reside.
Life a careful distance kept.
A clear reality separates,
protected I am and protected those
truths of different minds, within
my glass haven.
For judgement there is no room.
Safety of thought,
in my open home.
Walls clear, yet walls shield.
With calloused fingers
touch softly the edges.
Touch the corners formed of clear planes.
Softly feel the structure.
Do not shatter the support.
From within, mindful of perspective and priority,
view the real.
View that which is beautiful chaos.
In outline form order is created
of that which reaches eyes,
before it touches skin.
Order what is soon to melt the glass,
just as thoughts precede the splatter of paint upon canvas.
Ordered chaos enters
this translucent box
safe, ordered
perfect.
Stunning in its truth,
the purpose may be questioned.
Living, looking from an ordered world
to the beauty that is chaos.
