reworking a poem that was a poem to be reworked

:for every one of your containers:

I’ll give you a reason for your retinas to turn around:
and notice the allusion-fueling-fire in Plato’s cave:
for every one of your stomachbutterflies: I’ll
  give you three buttons: and
:I won’t even ask you what the buttons are made out of:
because for every one of them: I’ll
give you: a coat: that I
wasn’t’ able to
wear: I’ll give you the sweater:
I liked but
 :only if you: take one of the boxes I made:
and push it: into the alley: where
I’m standing and
:::::just to show you that?: I’ll give you:
 the corner I loved
If: you give me the street you became.