I box you in cold thing touch the handles that trammell you, contain you like the beast you are all-knowing eyes unblinking face the light - a danger where we place our feet, walk, talk, meet our time is fast, yet most hand it over to your face of glass impassive stare the minds all clammy-eyed mesmerised, erased by your bright imaging I box you in cold thing take back control you will not win.next poem