B: In the last room

In the last room,
In the furthest corner,
A box is suspended,
Unclosed,
Unmentioned.

Dusty and untouched,
It's juxtaposed with
What I think I know,
You know.

It fingers my eyes open
In my sleep -
No-one knows the
Extent of its reach.

I don't think I can look at it
Just yet;
Can you give me a moment or two?
I don't want to look at it
Just yet.

Nobody mentions it
Nobody sees

Leave it
Unclosed
Untouched
Unmentioned.