THE CLAMOUR OF BOXES

They resonate the senses with a spell of security to seduce the brain
muttering to inner ears their enslaving appeal of confines and textures
in tones bathed in the calming antiseptic of tangential urges
inspiring one to curl up like an infant wrapped in shelter's blanket
where the darkest and deepest secrets are expressed as decorations
cleverly disguised as furniture and knick knacks.

But, despite the shimmer of luxuriant design,
it is merely an opulent shroud for confidence's fracture mirror
hung within one's skeleton closet
where rationalization's hasty strokes
of whitewashed denial's hues,
paint pristine castle facades for the eye
that never solidify
the quicksand within the soul.

All the towering features and structures
inhaled with a zeal of arrogant array
are, but edifices of esteem's steady decay
offering illusion's presumed perfect refuge,
which never protects
from the doubt tornadoes twisting the spine.