Closing the gates.

Open to close.

The box unhinged and open.

Open to close.

Paste the memory.

My mind is open to you alone.

This box has to be closed in order for me to carry on.

Open to close,

paste what memory,

copy a yesterday.

At what part I can not see to stand under the moon's back

Sun's front line to see the ray to warm my future.

Close it now,

memory wipe,

pattern open.

A month flew,

while i see a day fly,

and that hour flashed a second

of all my "Why's".

Open me my box,

as I closed it how,

only to have thoughts of your know how.