The Box I Opened

the box i opened smelled like a haunted house the scenario that I planed for today will not occur this agreement between me and the awareness of possibilities these measured scenarios had created unidentifiable risks its flaps soft with the opening an closing of time dust at the bottom created the layers progressively you were packed away on the highest shelf instructing the skin to crystallize was included with the directions as were the batteries and some string voices in the shape of pentagons raised them selves up on edge and started down a long corridor of significant violations so many of them passed me jangling keys and questions, measuring their height, width, and depth in an effort to implement themselves I peeled the tape away from dry and dusty cracks the brane colapsed, its particles released floating up into my eyes, nose ,and throat the light catches them dancing in the pure space between, suspended form this paper-mache daydream an elusive face hangs, quarantined in mid air exposed to nothing at the beginning of nothing at all