The Box from Over There

From between realities,

And amid each of their infinities.

Existent and then, it’s not,

And, between, a slick serenity.

Fantasma & The Loki God,

Live within this box.

Cotton balls & cherry taffy,

Covered in Pop Rocks.

You might also find divinity,

Or, perhaps, a new surrender.

Or, maybe, in here’s your sneaky muse.

Why don’t you take a gander?