imaginary view

Outside the Safe

Sticks-a-dozen by chance collide
Metaphorically making a box to hide
Abstracted distractions of imaginary space
Where the views transparently clear
Through these walls we shape around us
To shelter us from our fear

Though this box a cell when not a vault
And the combinations given by default
When sticks and bars are the same
The outside’s kept out and inside kept in
And nothing’s ever lost or found
When there’s nothing ever within