Mind structure/Matrix Boxes

At first it’s just strokes of machine oil smeared by brushes so dry,

the split ends cut the page open.

Layering on top of each one, darker colors overlap.

And the canvas suddenly explodes.

A three dimensional structure shoots up, emerging from it a network of intricately connected black boxes.

Each of the box irregular in shape, breathing with life, transmuting in symbiosis, expanding and infecting like metastasis.

The structure forms a swirling gravity, pulling me into it, assimilating me:

My hair, my breasts, my face, my neck.

One by one my body parts become unified with these boxes, breathing, but dead.

Like a puppet I transmute with the rest.

"Surrender,

Surrender."

The words of angels whispering in my ear.

"For only by giving up control can one loosen the grip and break free."

In the letting go I see a wide plane of smooth film lifting up from the box pile.

The smoothness overtakes me,

And as it wraps around me and cradle me, I find peace.

I find the freedom above the structured mind, and the matrix boxes.