Vanishing Line

Vanishing Line In the two dimensional world of flatland life is a line Distinguishing up from down is not the design of nature Maneuvering left and right is possible But not this time Existence is of the straight and narrow realm Excellence is defined in moving forward Objects come and go without discernment Vision of life is purely a blur of what is and what might become As elements appear within that moment Things pop in and out of sight from other world’s dimensions Diagonalizing the matrix is not part of this equation or this discussion Needs no explanation It’s staying in this matter as a diversion just for reading pleasure And because I said so and it sounds kinda cool Someone from flat-land supports that view and said as much Needs no permit from you Who are from another dimension The point is mute So moving on There is no sun and too few rules In the dominion of two dimensions Opinions vary on that point There is no day Things simply get in the way of understanding there When going one way, which defines life in general There is no light at the end of the tunnel There is no tunnel There is only straight ahead Where abruptly all things end