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Poem Details
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| Title: | Four dimensions |
| Date Submitted: | 5/19/2008 |
| Email: | crimson_surrender@hotmail.com |
| Poem: |
The world exists around me, outside of me, Maybe moreso it lives while I simply exist. I know nothing of its people They know nothing of me. I am invisible. I walk through their world as though it is a film. And because I'm not meant to be a part of it They do not notice me. I create not so much as a ripple as I pass by. The sound is set to mute, But it is not so much silent As indiscernable noise and activity. It is a film in which I have no role, A world I stand apart from, back from. A four dimensional figure in a three dimensional world. I do not fit: Length, width, depth, and blackness. ... |