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walking into a cube
by Charlie Morganafter he had journeyed, he was tired.
found himself a mountain; fenced it.
posted: busy learning to love myself.
as the sign weathered, he too, became
a fallen forest; replete with the riches
of seeing a material world differently.
petrified, he paced his lonely hill;
wonders why someone didn't see his ploy?
(his sign only said he was trying.)
maybe, he murmurs between wrinkles;
they can't read, can't see me, maybe.
i'll give them time to focus.
i may open this fence and walk down
to them. it's a lil' scary:
leaving my own cube, after all,
i've never been out of it before.
and, if i want, can i get back in?
08/11/2009 Posted on 08/11/2009
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/11/09 at 06:22 PM Venture forward, oh student of this living. Magic awaits! |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 08/11/09 at 08:14 PM I'd say you already know where you're going, but I like that you don't know how you'll get there. Heh. Good stuff, sir. |
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