The mind has four dimensions

 

The mind thinks in four dimensions

As we transverse space and time,

Spilling vermillion upon lilac flowers

Whilst springtime bellows into our minds ear

And kaleidoscope eyes

All seeing eyes

Fly through four dimensions.

 

The world we live in

Has a myriad of dimensions

Within we have a parallel.

It’s hard to imagine…

A world without you.

But yes, there is one, without us

Without you

Or I.

Imagine…

Yet another existence relinquished and pulled upon itself

In a galactic membrane

Vibrating on strings unseen to human eye

Unimaginable to human thought.

What you may think and I may as well

Is in fact happening.

That yes, my lips are planted upon yours

That yes, my arms are bound ‘round you.

Yes, we are fighting

Yes, we are arguing,

Yes, we are breaking up

Yes, we are getting back together,

Yes, everything at once.

I am dying

I am being born

You are dying

You are born.

The world twists and turns upon itself

And here we are travelers

Traveling upon the fourth dimension

Of thought and time.

 

Reviews

[~*~Peace Keeper~*~]

This is wonderful...a great poem indeed

[Samantha Altrosse]

Hmm, a nonstop flow and ebb of love and hate. Very interesting.

Was it just me, or was this "fourth dimension" in reference to some of the principles of quantum physics?

[~Mariposa Una Lila~]

I swear I feel like this right now! x0x0x0 excellent! x0

[Hisou_Tenshi]

Good good. Through the complex words and those with a lost meaning it's good. Confusing.