Seventh side of cubes

A peak moment, I want
Those trees and leafy twigs poke inside
As this light, which, now-
Corrodes me slowly.
My magic men on mossy wall
Still play their transmigration
But I’m bored!

A peak moment, I unheard-
A ‘Sylvia’ and her ‘Electra-oven’.
I tried, to overcome-
The simplest ‘KCN goldsmiths’
Parallel lines drawn on chirking bed,
A taut rope among leafy whispers-
‘Maniacs or phobiacs?’- Question-
But I’m getting-

A peak moment, head-
Nodding as an idiot-I felt absurd!
Placed it on my front legs
Like a cat, just to sleep-
While thinking a mischief to commit.

There are holes, always on sides
Through one I thought a dog-
Outside, wearing only freedom!

This peak moment, I wish
All outside collapse in a wild crash
A devilish excitement,
But, that too won’t work!

I know, there’s a side opened-ever,
An escape from cubes
The seventh side
Still unseen!