Tuesday, June 23, 2020

Dimensions

If I write what I see, what I feel
How many dimensions would I kill?

Dimensions, what are these really?
Figments of human imagination
But as complex, as reality is.

Do I close my eyes to see them?
Or should I only loosen my wrist?
Should I touch, or should I breathe?
Should I lie down on a rocky shore,
With a Sunset, a little out of reach?

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