...The thing with no name, <br />Surrounded by sadness, <br />That kind of sadness <br />Penetrating its silence, <br />That kind of silence <br />Searching the tears, <br />Those tears <br />Becoming cubes of light, <br />Those cubes wondering <br />On their situation of their becoming, <br />Being involved in a movement <br />Apparently anarchic, <br />Needing, ''a priori cognoscible'', <br />Synthetic truths <br />And empirical postulates <br />On the shape of their inner dislocation, <br />Their shear looping into unstable equilibrium, <br />Needing a stable equilibrium, <br />Becoming emblematic symbols <br />Of the diminishing boundary <br />Between real and unreal, <br />That cubic thing withdrawing into self, <br />Slowly becoming <br />Memory.... <br /> <br /><a href='http: //www.myfreecopyright.com/registered_mcn/CHEVL_22JNF_B4SH1' title='MyFreeCopyright.com Registered & Protected' ><img src='http: //storage.myfreecopyright.com/mfc_protected.png' alt='MyFreeCopyright.com Registered & Protected' title='MyFreeCopyright.com Registered & Protected' width='145px' height='38px' border='0'/></a><br /><br />Marieta Maglas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/between-real-and-unreal/
