Kieronononon - Temporal Conflict

I sit alone in my room, a six sided universe, in which I am god.
The beasts they scratch against the wall, eight corner shield the fire, but eventually, I fall.
under the trance I break, and succumb to the power, outside in the black void. The battle is fought.

Desperate for my space. I lose control and fall, for the transparent spirit; our souls combine. we live as one. Fighting the hand that leads us, we run and find another day. Another cube, we are one and many parts.

Over the conflict of time and space, they become one. Then the war is one. I lie. Conflict in my thoughts.