Dimensions
Dimensions we can see,
Two-D, three-D imagery.
Dimensions we can feel.
Is love a line, or space, or real?
Slow movements in our minds,
Seeing spaces light can’t find.
Like dreams that feel so true,
Why can’t we live in space where we are free too?
Where light and music calm our souls,
Where silent darkness lets the mind grow whole.
To feel what it’s like to simply be,
A journey through our history.
Flavours, smells, and sights of where we’ve been,
Though no memory can be found or seen.
Yet in the heart we know the truth:
The space we fill remains as proof.
When flesh and bone return to dust,
Something remains of us—
Something we set free
To live in space eternally.
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