Fear, shadow-cage I daren’t face and fight,
though I thrust out against it with all of my might.
Sidestepped, I embrace the fear of fright,
and prison walls melt in That all-loving light.

Swastika, take me into your world,
Within your centre, all mysteries unfold.
Arms spin through eternal time,
With tails that trail in the winds behind.

Silver drops, horizontal on train’s window.
Mind meshed in problems’ ebb and flow.
Flitting finch flashes - the deafening blow,
“Everything is Him”. I know. i know.

A glimpse, a gleam in eagle’s eye
Behind the bars, as I pass by.
A call, a shriek of irony,
Tells me my cage is just a lie.

Another Cuboid poem I wrote recently. The concept of cuboid poetry is that while it sits in this rigid square structure of 4 lines, 4 rhymes, 4 beats/line, it always alludes to something outside of the box, something cosmic. I started experimenting with this form because I feel it is a way of saying that although we live in this society of square buildings and straight roads, that our minds can still remain free and roam outside of these boxes.
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Time soars on the edge of the sun,
The lights flare, then are gone.
Body surrendered, battle done
Your friend remains the only ONE.