The compartments are not holes, vessels,
hollows, voids; are not nothing.
The compartments bear the interests of
the negatively defined and amoral.
The compartments are representational
on both figurative and literal levels.
The compartments are of the variety
that rarely allow for topical references.
The compartments actively reconstrue
any moment’s low-yielding torpor.
The compartments have proportions
that admit one human being at a time.
Whose body acts as a natural baffle
to the otherwise elegant acoustic within.
The compartments when unoccupied
resemble a roomful of well-lit Rothkos.
The compartments are scientifically
principled and incline toward symmetry.
The compartments seem to approach
‘I love you’ with an honest misgiving.
The compartments often don’t exceed
28 KB of information or virtual space.
The compartments harbour memories,
which snicker like jovial assassins.
The compartments are categorical,
but not in any swiftly understood sense.
That no one listens is significant,
though they emit no audible frequency.
The compartments confirm cognitive
habituation orients the viewer’s taste.