Death to the Box

They try to capture my essence
And force me into the presence of a
Box.
I cannot
For I am not
To be categorized
Hypothesized
Nor memorized
As if I were a chunk to be chunked
Within a region of your brain.
I am not
Will not
EVER
Remain as one who can be obtained
Collected
Recollected as a stored
Piece within your box
Of jewels.
Take your box
Or it ought not
Survive
The scorched fates
Of the have-nots before you.

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