I made the box
you collapsed yourself into.

It runs me over seeing, as always,
that people don't align with concepts
I thrust upon them and that they slung once upon themselves.

we're all fuck'n' countries without borders,
territories and prefectures and
spheres of influence.

and when one arms, the other follows.
i destroyed the balance of power;
i should have been prepared for war,
for my aligned to betray.

precipitation precipitated the dis-integration
of relation.

whatever.

I think sometimes I unfold you
from the box I stuffed you in,
revel in the sounds of your ventilating,
before I fold you back.

i do it absentmindedly.

what claims we will stake
from the distance of a compass sight.
a betrayal never felt so deserved.

the terrain was rocky,
the fields were full of hidden pools
i discovered but never mined.

full boxes unexamined
contents never strewn, mixed,
returned to sender, a package
thrown against a forgotten wall,

to be opened, someday, later, maybe.