"Once I was a pupil of your eyes" by tripm
As the 15th century ended, the perception of our planet turned from flat to globular, from two to three dimensions hanging in a larger body. The shape of our existence transcends three dimensions. Consider the dissection of a multi-dimensional magical Mobius strip, transforming into its simple origin, returning to its base, the fictional spot pointing to a single invisible dot where all forms start--or end. Is there truly such a period in the complex symmetry of all we can imagine?
Category: Poetry
Tags: This sonnet is of of 28 (so far) of a series I currently call "Uncle Mikey's Evolution Revolution, " which offer glimpses into the nonlinear progression of happenings. Look upon the form as a sonnet out of uniform, on a dressdown Friday: a ponnet–perhaps, possibly, partially, probably…
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