Excellence Award in the 'The Text Generation 2014' competition

An open box is very far from a closed door
mathematically, we can reduce it to the number of enclosing faces;
the ratio of hope to hinderance;
the probability of an escape
incessantly calculated
against the problem of possibility
but while maths can tell me everything
from the exponential rate at which my box's walls are narrowing
to the negatively logarithmic graph of my future
maths cannot explain to me
why the broken satellites above my box wink like stars
when the swirling mysteries behind
that door
call like the moonlit wild