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?
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