Author Unknown


I saw it all, all I saw,


I fell right through, way down.


And it holds me down,


My hands, not chained.


Yet bound as the bull.


Still I keep it hidden,


right in front of all. 


When you open that box,


inside an ellipses.


I am all of truth.


Corner of eyes,


shadow in my shadow,


Only the act, they say,


an illusion of real.


An ocean made shallow.