The Cubic SunIt stands wide: Nine by nine by nine.The Cubic Sun21 hours ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Taking up my view in its splendid luminosity.
Spinning on one corner, counter clockwise.
It casts no shadow for all its sides radiate bright bleached light.
It hovers above a technicolor green field.
Surrounded by a cerulean blue sky.
The wind causes ripples, as the ruby and golden flows sway.
I look back up and see it spinning, humming, droning, louder and louder still.
My eyes hurt.
My mind numbs.
My skin is set ablaze.
~M.A. Hargrove, Ghoststeel © 2015