Cole Dininno

My little box of light Spins through the darkness. Universes spin into the void. Inside, (time) a ghost writes a sermon to itself. Across the inside of the box. For a moment free in The Spinning. Knowing that next morning, his box will have landed again. In the light and his body must remember the words to his sermon (to himself) that he didn't manage to fit on the walls, of the the little box. That would help him get out of the box, before its too late, and the box is spinning through the void again. and he remembers the words and is ready to leave the box. But its already dark, and he will have to sleep soon, and try and remember again in the morning