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6. The Father's Gun [April] (3:12)
Pain confines me to bed. • To look beyond the angles • Of this cube not a factor • It's partition a cage in my head. • I feel I'm afloat in my cell • Held by a force that subsumes • I'm stretched till I break • Is it cuboid or spherical, this hell? • And as if to confound me still more • As to what shape and dimension it is •The partition darkens •Tll there was no real horizon at all • I don't know who I am anymore • What will now happen to me? • I cannot now retrace my steps • Backtrack to my blank safety I found my father's gun... • A kick in my belly moves focus • A message from foetus in morse • But what can I do? •The cube has all I have now but dust! • My spirit as dark as this cage • My eyes close to confirm shape now sphere! • I collapse to the floor of this stage • Another vision : • A rose? A cradle? A coffin?
Submitted by Rousseau