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Poem

A Cube

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         ° A Cube
    (The Poem)

    From a dream, I see a cube flow,
    A hardened cube whose words bestow
    The natural gift of geometry:
    To wake up sleep and let death be.

    Three in one, it comes tumbling through,
    And stops whenever it feels right to.
    The Cube of the Mind and the Word...
    Spherically round, like the wind when stirred.

    “Sharp” has stumbled, truth be said,
          On the corner of the table or the bed.
    He who sees a single face...
              Only faces death’s embrace...

Knock and bang,
                       through my head it pounds!

                                      The ringing Triangle resounds...

    ...A waking up, indeed particular...
                         By a Cube quite Triangular ∆