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A Reputable RubikÂs Cube
by Curt AlldayIn dark repeating patterns
Of bustling clouds of thunder
About to erupt in the
Bruised and flinching atmosphere
Highlighted by rays
Booming from a sun
Expending countless joules of energy
Millions of light years from
A slowly dying star
I see where my mind comes
To the spiritual crossroads
Where it radiates and
Divides
Where the anger and the love
Meet up for a late night liaison
And exchange secrets,
Swap meanings,
Calculate values
Spitting them on vacant
Circulating atoms and molecules
Seen and unseen like a resurrecting Christ
Living in a wafer host
Sitting in the congregations stomachs
Eating its falsity through and through
Like acid you must
Pour in wine
Pour in the absinthe
Mix and mix relentlessly
Till blood becomes
Illusions and images that
Seem to take over
Sweeping me away like spirited
Leaves on the porch, or walnuts
Bouncing onto my grandfathers
Golden, grainy lawn
Banished by a grieving, grounded God
To an evolving universe
Where pictures of galactic vessels
Sailing into childrens books
And pornos and westerns
Bring in the big bucks
A gigantic unconsciousness
Where part of me wants silence
But part of me loves these ears ringing from
Words dispensed from useless
Tongue, where the
World becomes an item on an agenda
2 billion sentences long and
We sit back and grasp the
Old faded photograph of
That night, when the clouds rolled in
And the thunderous clap of lightning
Held me captive and astounded
And this poem was born and this world was born
Not out of sin
But out of uncertainty
An infinitely revolving Rubiks cube
Where I am right there, on a singular square,
But what I see is one piece of many
Flipping inside and out
On this constantly revolving beautiful box
Of colors.
08/26/2004 Author's Note: dabbling into some astrophysics, the basic theory that our cells are in essence reflections of the universe, if each cell is thus, then each living being is so, and we are all interconnected, all reflections of the most infinite, constantly expanding mass we will never know or truly understand...
Posted on 04/08/2005
Copyright © 2024 Curt Allday
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 08/20/06 at 09:39 PM astounding. breathtaking. i was captivated from the title on down. i visualized hands furiously flipping a rubik's cube as i read, and dang, what a story, each line so highly anticipated. excellent, consistent rhythm. like a song, i couldn't wait to hear what comes next.
lots of quotable lines, fascinating sounds and visuals, but i have to point out the heart here -- Where the anger and the love
Meet up for a late night liaison
And exchange secrets,
Swap meanings,
Calculate values
Spitting them on vacant
Circulating atoms and molecules
Seen and unseen like a resurrecting Christ.. to be honest, i've read this poem many times over the past week, and i am still trying to understand. my interpretation is evolving, but maybe i'll never completely get it. and, that's ok. it's a lovely work of art, and i love the marriage of religion and science, as so deeply explored in orson scott card's sci fi. this poem is just so captivating. rich, luminous, and thought provoking. an epic. and a classic, to be sure. PK |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 08/21/06 at 05:18 PM POTD, anyone? PK |
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