Within us all is a silver box. Its lock is taught to open not. An envelope slot does route its top. Our memories inserted.
We go our way in sun and rain. We bring our feet through mud and stain. The glorious, the wonderous. We deposit even more.
Age does show its heavy flow. The silver box unknown in tow. We pant, we hail, we bite a nail. What invisible debauch.
We lose our grip. We trip and fall. We look back to wonder what the cause. Our eyes grow weary. We gain less streering. We drop in total stall.
Fetal position submission mission. A total angst on subtle planks. A weary surrender. A dreary pretender. The weight in total stank.
Ethereal tumblers roll in wonder. A click clank double spank. The waves of pain set free. The box, its knot, is sublime upon thee. Radiation sickness.
Rock the boat and choke. Stoke the coals emote. The utter clearing pulling all that dears me. A stain is swiped, shattered smite. Ick be quick nicked felt.
Mister ishter sudden blister. Mary contrary quite be leary. Saint John be gone. Mow another lawn. Dick dank double rank. This torment of a trickster.
Panting rave transition. Something lost remission. The roll does slow. Expulsion show. The curtain draws its close. Fever weaver thine life reliever. Letters lost be known.
Silver is the silk of time. A box, its lock, the keeper’s rhyme. Let it go, the weight in tow.
The heavy collected.
The wrecked subjected.
Underhooded stub.
Gambled the nub.
Wronging wringing.
Typeset messed.
Humbled jumblings of dumplings chunked. The silver box unlocked.
Zoltan Blue 