Correctional

Opening up a machine-run pandora
Box is like an enclosed shutter
Falling from a great correct space
Down a meadow of an ideal
Before rides in a car
up and ready to end the half-dead
after the fall a landscape of the
half-naked
walking towards me/but, one of them is
myself behind pictures of the dead
forest, spruce, swampy greens and a plethora of half-
cut acacia/narra, i do not know their names/ then
a walk/upstairs/ this provides against a desperation
and slits