Sunday, April 3, 2016

The Fractal Frictionless World

a box within boxes, you are my house
And in my boxy chair, I squarely sit within boxy room
And square carpet relieves my boxed in feet
Inside my covered shoes
   Of boxed in peeking toes

I peer upon fishtank meek, Another boxed in world of heavy matters
4 panes make a cube and with skin flayed I can see you
A bit, of fire and gold... in the midst of dirt and destruction

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