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
itself
until inside the box was nothing
but a passing thought
february two thousand seventeen
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