CUBE

And what if
I don’t feel like writing
This morning
And what if I don’t
The following

Life became
A cube
And there’s nothing to
Pick the words for
I’m choosing the silence
Over the violence
Over it all
Quiet like a tired stone

Oh!
Did I mention
My hair grew critically long
They don’t obey the comb
At all

Guess you should not comb
The soul…