Shiny Little Boxes

They held the
Universe
Of everyday life
In their hand
All its solutions
Complexities, possibilities
They could imagine
Life neatly in boxy rows
Rows that rarely, if
Ever, reflect a reality
Of coming together
Because they knew
The universe defies
The linear, laughs it
All into place, but one
Demands you see, accept
The spectrum of colors that
Define the pieces of the whole
Making the illusionary win
Only possible through
The pensiveness of thought,
Recognition, enlightenment of
Some deeper, mystical
Knowledge of the Ken
The Obi-wan KenobiC
Force of nature within
Their soul.