Kit Kelen #52 - 'box I'm in' (thinking of André de Corowa's blank page, and Phemius, Odysseus' bard)

box I'm in

(thinking of André de Corowa's blank page, and Phemius, Odysseus' bard)

painted myself

some days cloudy

it's for atmosphere

otherwise quite breathless

it's made of days

drifts with any suggestion

there's a desert blowing in

low shush of opinion

glass scratched

whenever I try to peer out

still tortoise shell exquisite

it's a very old box

all my own work

executed

only when gods visit

it's those days

you remember

here's the sun rising

otherwise tautology –

sides of the thing

come pre-inscribed

with vanities

new slap of paint

won't see a thing

it's chancy

often best to be blind

building in glass

won't make much difference

encourages

the throwing of stones

box I'm in

says 'right way up'

somewhere or other

guess you'd have to be

outside to see

suppose not long

they'll be shipping off

'not wanted on the voyage'

but I keep beavering away in here

brick by brick

I'm building it

the whole box

and the dice