A Black Box, A Key And The Stinking Guest.

do you know how to live
inside
a black box?
tell me. Are you the
seed inside that black box,
you sprout?
and look for an
opening of light?
Helios, you love Helios.
Do you know
this God named Helios?
you are not
a bug, you do not move
like a cockroach
you stink a bit
and you are here beside me

i live inside this black box
for years
i am not a seed,
neither a tweed,
there is no need for you to know
it will not be significant

and i am not stinking like you
you wonder what is this
all about asking you
if you too live in here?
or who you are and why are you
here
inside this tinder black box
it is dark here and we are
talking, you can hear me
and smell me but
you shall not feel me
i am not alive.

i am the key.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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