Boxes

There is a terror of blindness.

There is a box about me 

I can't see beyond

The outer perimeter 

Of the universe 

There is a box about me

I can't see beyond 

Earth's atmosphere 

And the vacuous black beyond 

There is a box about me

I can't see beyond

The breeze block walls

Of this break room 

There is a box about me 

I can just see beyond

The cell of my skin 

And the place the senses end

There is a box about me 

I can't see beyond 

The perimeters of my vision

Which recede day by day

There are walls which close like lids

But God within the inner space

The vast expanse 

Is infinite

The lid will close on this box

Be it eye or coffin,

For the final time 

But I shall not be trapped within 

These walls cannot contain

Let alone define.