the box

It is a hollowness, a bright
empty box where
hope used to be kept, discarded
authority defining the loss;
we continue because
why not
what we want can be anything
the packages delivered…
not so freeform, not
so assured
many, many voices all calling out
all chanting informally
decidedly (you think)
yet we are here
here
and here
exactly where
we’ve always been
looking and waiting for a thing
we can’t see
feel
or trust
but which we are betting our lives
will save us
of course I am talking about you
and you
and
you
there is someone waiting
an empty box in hand
willing to believe in authority
again, willing
“you” into existence
not making you
but
extending the you that you have created
into their realm
their sphere
into their
shiny
empty
box.

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