Monday, March 30, 2009


I wonder what could be inside this wooden structure of a box.

Could it be mere pieces of tangible, wearisome, and lifeless entities, which for dumbness sake, clutch idly with the ground throughout the continuum of their existence?

Or they may be propelling animate creatures, effectuating alteration, sensing the ether . . . breathing.

But what if there's not an object inside, nor a living being?

A dwelling deity, yes. But not in virtual air.

A palpable one, possibly. But not wholly.

This is pestering, such a giddy big piece of a box!

Mute, shut, deep, eerie aparador.