ode to the cube or war

[john breedlove]

platonic solid named creature
on varied desk resides
to those whose life it sweetens
its limits it confides

glacial slow with machine convergence
we stumble evolution's iterations
the cube to recollection will
be always humankind's stamp on postage to the stars
and fumble viavoice dictations

with fervent bicker we divide
with lust we distort,
the dream of one, remembered waking
to which we retort;

give us more
inside a box
a gift for a king
of one 1000 years past
one is in awe
but who hears our voice?

who will read our rants?
we are but summed
our lives rounded short.
with heavy heart
and rounded mind
to cube we retort:

don't forsake us
and don't ever awake us,
from the dream we were in

when we believed,
and we first conceived
you were the shape we're in.



to the cube list members:
why bother typing if you can't close a gap?
odes are off topic? I of course, this I can accept.
to each of you:  were you stranded in my hometown of Tucson, I would 
offer water...

stop war

ps editing your subject lines is a very "leave the toilet seat up" 
thing to do.  by this I mean courteous.