cardboard
raze
this
battered
box
once
held
a
device designed
to
shield
the
ears
from
the
shrieks
and
moans
of
manic
machinery.
torn
open
,
it's
grown
more
expressive
than
any
corrugated
container
should
be
.
look
,
it
seems
to
say
—
behold
the
vacant
space
that
is
my
viscus,
and
know
that
the
whole
wicked
world
moves
through
me
.
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what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from