No Shape

The cube,

It’s microscopic,

Smaller than a grain of sand,

I can’t reach around its mass,

I can’t see past it,

It’s vast.

 

The cube,

Rounded edges,

Sharp to touch,

Silky smooth,

Jagged,

It’s overwhelming.

 

A sphere,

A pyramid,

A cone,

The cube,

All the same shape,

I’m surrounded,

 

A sound,

High pitched,

Rumbling low,

Penetrating,

Smothering,

Contained.

 

The cube,

They are vibrating,

Solid form,

Unique,

The same,

A sphere.

 

Eyes watching,

Waiting,

Eyes penetrating,

Seeing everything,

There is nothing,

They see me.

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Craig Worcester
Apr 14 2020

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