Wandering in the 4th Dimension


There is no moisture to the air…

All movement brittle.

Illumination is covered in droplets of shade.

A dance so bountiful.  That any lapse in time…seems to come out from the middle.

Black and white; a difference of transient motion… set upon my mind’s eye.

And, how it envisions too much…Or, just a little.

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