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Cube among the trilobites

Contributed by bobbyclay56 on Wednesday, 19th October 2011 @ 11:24:53 PM in AEST
Topic: fantasy



Cube among the trilobites

One day while standing in a checkout line
There suddenly appeared behind me an old friend of mine

I was glad to see my dear old friend
And eagerly asked him how he had been

He smiled and said I’ve changed you know
And this change came only a few days ago

What I’m going to tell you, you might find absurd
Then he moved closer to me so as not to be heard

It began, a few days ago while out walking alone
When in the bend of my path I tripped on a stone

When I knelt down to remove the stone from my path
I noticed that I must have broken it in half

And there between the two halves where it had broken into
Lay the strangest thing I’d ever seen a little silver metal cube

As the line grew shorter his story grew longer
And with each passing moment my fascination grew stronger

On losing my attention there was very little danger
For the story he was telling kept getting stranger and stranger

He then said I glanced around making sure I was alone
When I took off my jacket and wrapped up the stone

No longer walking but running I cut across a pasture
Doing this in hopes of getting home faster

The neighborhood dogs began stirring up a racket
As I dashed through my yard clutching the stone in my jacket

A woman’s voice interrupted saying, sir I can take you in this lane
I smiled and said its ok my dear, but thank you all the same

Slightly threw off by this mild interruption
He continued his story without introduction

I entered the house and on the table under the kitchen light
With spoon in hand I pried the little cube from among the trilobites


I stared in fascination through my magnifying glass
At this odd little cube from the far distant past

It was about an inch across an about an inch high
With some strange unknown markings on all six of its sides

As I rolled it in my palm to get a better view
The weird little cube began to split into

From out of its center upwards shot a brilliant beam
Etching marks on the ceiling the likes of which I’ve never seen

As quickly as it opened it closed itself again
I wanted to copy the marks so I rushed to get a pen

No sooner had I returned and sat back in my chair
When the marks on the ceiling began to disappear

My pen flew across the page but not fast enough it seemed
Copying them was difficult I could only copy thirty three

My attention returned to the cube trying to find a seam
Trying to get the dam thing to reemit the beam

All through the night I studied that strange little cube
Twisting it and turning it to see what it would do

I found myself in a strange world or was it just a dream
And was almost driven mad by all the things I’d seen

They were a billion years ahead of us a billion years ago
Don’t ask me how I know I just know that I know

I was abruptly awakened from my little pool of drool
For floating before me above the table the cube again had split into

So absorbed in his story of this thing he had found
When an annoyed voice behind me said, come on move it down

Waving a hand to say I’m sorry at the face with a frown
I quickly grabbed my cart and began to move it down

The cube began to vibrate as it floated in the air
And slowly melted into nothing as I was sitting there

Had this thing existed had I even brought it home
Then to my surprise I noticed the stone was also gone


He handed me the paper that he had made the marks upon
And then he melted into nothing just like the cube and stone

A husky voice behind me said come on move it man
It’s time you stop talking to your imaginary friend

I left my cart sitting as I stumbled to the door
Hurrying across the parking lot fleeing from the store

Sitting in my car my face buried in my hands
Asking myself was I going mad or had I really spoken with my friend

Then I remembered the paper that he had gave to me
And there on the paper were the strange marks

Exactly thirty three


Poem by bobbyclay56














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Re: Cube among the trilobites (User Rating: 1 )
by Robert_Edgar_Burns on Thursday, 20th October 2011 @ 06:21:24 PM AEST
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Very Amusing indeed!
I very much like these
more humorous writes!
Blessings,
Robert Edgar Burns




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