Sick of the sides
Learning with no progress
My box is green-blue-red-yellow-orangutan
Extinct
My box is extinct.
Left alone, the tunnel expands
Contracted by force, it broadens
These are distinctions
To the fine eye
For art on my wall.
Cheese me awake every morn
And I capitalize on the aroma of seduction
By crushing myself
I am my own ant farm
I/We live happily together.
