POEM: Tesseract Rest

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.

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