A small light glows in the square.
The square is one face of a large, dark cube.
The cube reclines on an obsidian platform
within a busy thoroughfare
as I walk briskly by in my business suit on a
windy Monday morning.
And a small flame burns in my heart.
And my heart is a chamber described by desire.
And my wish is enfolded in the vastness of space.
And my mind wanders to a secret smile
roaming freely in warm green meadows.