In My Box

This is my temple Like a box Rectangular contained and lidded Blood and bones and veins consistent Asking questions To my flesh... Molded giftwrapped thus from ashes In this space live organs dwelling Shall I hearken Soul and sirens ...ever melodies of feelings Hearken to the simple spirit Like a chamber or a prison is my flesh, this outside box with-in it's space live organs dwelling Like a box I have been moved, abused and used, less often gifted How shall I express when opened? Null and void An empty space, sometimes I feel depressed unopened As a box this is my flesh and giftwrap me with bows and ribbons To become a splendid rhythm On your doorstep Pick me up Rectangular a joy I'm giving Open and release my prison Like a box Here I am Molded giftwrapped thus from ashes Rectangular contained and lidded