Pick up the box
Where to begin
Feed me my self worth
Vibrating string

Tighten the muscle
Shallow the breath
Conscience dependant on
All that’s bereft

High
Low, low, low
High
This human being

Stand too close
Fall through the screen
Time will stretch
It’s so
Not as it seems

Hold with the sacred
“Don’t never give up”
Tormented by all these
Half filled cups