poetry by j matthew waters

a higher level

it started from no single event
like global warming did

or the demise of a species

first he borrowed some
free time and stuffed it into
an ornate box

lined with red velvet
it was furnished with a
red-cushioned chair

a painting
unbeknownst to none
hung from one of the walls

but he kept his eyes closed
sinking into the chair
barely breathing

eventually the air collapsed upon

until inside the box was nothing
but a passing thought

february two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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2 thoughts on “a higher level

  1. I really liked this one! The box is interesting

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