Fourth Dimension (day 181)

you are

a fourth dimension,

a seventh.


you can’t be wrong

if I sing what you say.


you can’t be living black

if I read into every sorrow.


you can’t be tired

when all the

suns stay ours.


you can’t stay awake

when all the moons are


over us.


you are

smoke, fog, and haze,

shudder in my irises

the second I think I can see.


I thought you were

a fourth dimension,

maybe you’re

every dimension.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 1/24/17

Smoke, fog, and haze

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