Boxed

the lone ones crawl through tunnels searching for light

repeating the routes the brave ones traversed.

with heads out front and unsure of their footing

they move on their knees to what the journey presents.

As their eyes suck in the darkness

night weaves a wrap for their retinas to hold.

their voices long for ears other than their own

and silenced-sounds surrounding their world.

unaware that their freedom is a few bends ahead

where fresh-air pours in under the canopy of night

they stop to die in the box that's home

gift-wrapped, bowed and parceled as Sent. 

kill god

kill god

that God might be

freed from musts and needs

 and puerile dreams

from words and cash

and self-charming wants

from dread and gains

that bridle and tame

smash the idols

and set them free

for god is God

once God is God

un-bottled and

roaming free

 then one might find

what one has lost

by holding tight

to that One sought