There’s a tiny box that I am stuffed inside
It’s tight and dark and black as night
There’s no sounds, no words, no feelings
But what’s this! It’s so blinding bright!
Is that a glimmer of light?
Weird sounds suddenly abound
Giddiness inside?
Frantically I cover my eyes, ears, eyes, ears, eyes, ears
Suddenly all are open wide, light not so bright
Sounds not so loud, feelings not so profound
Inside I push and stretch on the tiny black box
Press my mouth to the crack and breath in truth
The air so fresh it burns and stings
But then I need more
More blinding bright light
More sounds
More feelings
If I keep growing out of the dark
I will emerge free from lies
All I will reveal
Naked with verity
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