A Poem about a Container

I need a container,

To help me contain

The fluidity of all

That I do not desire

To chain;

 

like a company.

Academic, cultural, scholarly, instructive.

Youtube tutorial.

 

I need a container,

To order my facts chronologically.

Flat.

Straight.

Linear,

(Until wet).

 

For inclusion,

Exclusion,

Fearlessness,

Confidence,

the most.

 

For each time I speak.

and decide to behave.

 

Self-love.

She loves herself.

She knows what she is talking about.

As a person,

Who gets to know,

by talking more,

 

and sometimes,

loving passionately.

 

Fine.

I submit,

Admit,

permit.

We all do.

 

A helicopter flies still.

I am reminded of a wish,

to sleep five minutes longer.

Ok, four.

 

On e second minute longer,

I worry to myself,

Did I speak enough?

 

Snoozing,

Prepares stages for thinking,

To proceed,

with somebody else.

Unapologetically.

 

I have one plastic key.

To a sleeping company.

A company that never sleeps.

 

Whatever is not worth doing,

Do it anyway,

For in deed,

You can do it right.

 

Hello World not,

But Documentation.

 

I have a feeling that,

In order to make sense to the world,

Orderly,

one needs to make orderly sense out of it;

 

like a package of milk.

Held tight,

Cuddled,

graphically marked,

with a long future.

 

Hold on,

keep holding.

The container needs me too,

Despite the constant risk of flooding.

 

To dwell is a verb

understood during tense quivering

between the container and the contained.

 

Atm, No other home is available.

 

Maisa Imamovic