When Other Work Fails You

Here's a little box with your name on it.

It was presented to your life at birth.

Birth is a scary transition from one
(One container of two brains) to one more,

More gradual than the screaming habit
Habituates us to think. Here we are,

Are we not? Write on the walls of your box,
Boxed in as you are, I am that which writes,

Writes and wrote what others could never speak,
Spoke what storytellers could never tell,

Told what prophets promised not to reveal,
Revealed what's true. Nothing's everything here.