Sometimes there are moments
Stepping outside of the frame.
Of these four sides vanished,
Those infinite distances
Close in on me and
I don't think outside the box often.
When it happens, I lose my feet.
Replaced with universal measure I
Treadlessly pursue my back foot
Trailing behind in inches
From this moment's making
Magic Happens historically.
Past endlessnesses reminds me,
The glass is been pouring.