Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

POEM: Tesseract Rest

Posted on July 14, 2019 by B Gourley

I had a patio into 4th dimensional space.

It was in a shape I couldn’t imagine,

&

I painted it a color that doesn’t exist.

Sometimes it warped into a torus,

&,

inconveniently,

it popped in & out of existence without warning

on more than one occasion.

But it was a fine place to watch the sun come in at the end of a long eternity.

4 thoughts on “POEM: Tesseract Rest”

Eugenio on July 14, 2019 at 7:20 pm said:

I feel like a willing passenger on a fascinating ride. I enjoyed the acceptance of change while taking in what is temporarily there. Cheers!

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- B Gourley on July 14, 2019 at 7:20 pm said:
  
  Thanks
  
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zhanteimi on July 15, 2019 at 10:00 am said:

I went into this assuming it would be bad, what with you being into both yoga and poetry, but this is pretty damn good!

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Felipe Adan Lerma on July 16, 2019 at 9:09 am said:

Consistently out of sync in a putter of fun – made me smile more and more as I read 😊

“…it popped in & out of existence without warning…”

Yes! 🙂

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