Rubik’s Cube (A Poem)

Sweet Sara is surrealistically witty.

Enthralled by Ernő’s cube.

A riddle with raw abstrusity.

Siphoned her soul to the cube.

…

An enigma that meets the eye;

the toy of trickery and lies.

Sara’s sight set upon its simplicity,

confronted and read its complexity.

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Red is for love, so for war.

Yellow is for optimism, so for fear.

Orange is for balance, so for exigency.

Green is for vigor, so for envy.

Blue is for calmness, so for weary.

White is for tranquility, so for dreary.

…

Six centerpiece is like the six core emotion.

Shades compared and contrasted.

Blee she faced, barricaded her vision,

As the phases prosecuted.

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The shift in paradigm is seen as she progresses.

Contemplating the combination.

Unraveling one tier at a time as it successes.

Panning the pieces with passion.

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Turns and twists created contingency.

Choices actualized consequence.

Perfecting it proved her brilliancy.

Acquired the answers in her percipience.

…

As galaxy gyrate around barycenter,

civilizations bounded by creed and conviction.

Cube with pivotal mechanism at its center.

Deviate and destruction is destined like damnation.

~ J George Thomas (a.k.a Aebin R Thomas)


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