Your Cubic Slang Poem by Marieta Maglas

Enclose the closeness
in your soul,
Enclose it as you enclose
the twins ''co'' in cornucopias.

Enclose the gray transparency
in your sky, when it is so close

to your coming clouds. They are the dimples
of your cognitive space,

they are your hollow thoughts
when you set your ideals

at naught.

Those clouds are inside your gray
as close as
the twins ''co'' are in the cocoon.
Those clouds are fulfilled

with your leaden rain. They are uncracked
nuts waiting for a crack.

Let the rain
of your Cumulonimbus storm
fall over
the lead of my pain. Enclose inside
of my lead
all your Oort clouds

lost in your cubic slang.


Poem by Marieta Maglas