Pandora in reverse
It started life as a small wooden box
And then, as it grew
In stature, its composition changed;
First to gold, well cherished
And finally to stone;
Fixed tightly shut with room for no more.
So many secrets
So many ills, such deeds undone and
Done too well;
A vacuum holds no deeds or secrets
It just exists, has no
Feelings or concerns;
The box sits in the vacuum and smiles.