The Philosopher, The Box, The Fly And The Bottle Poem by RIC BASTASA

do not go inside a box

it is dark and you may be lucky if there is a breather in there
if you go there
it will be sealed and there is no door
for an exit

i am in here
and i am telling you
it is true.

i am like a fly figuring out the weakness of a bottle
wanting to break out from glass and cork

somehow how did such a fly learn to live in a vacuum?

i am the philosopher that you know
who can melt also with the snow

Now, look, this is the box and it is now
inside my hand....