The box is empty,
Holding no entity,
Bordered by six sides,
Where nothing resides,
The fragile cubicle,
Looks normal,
But is in fact,
An artifact,
Reverse your clock,
When it strikes six,
Then stare the block,
As would Nyx,
You will find the cure,
As you are the lure,
Of something pure,
Yet obscure.
Luc Laverdure