I’m Triaxial,
In geometry,
This X, Y, and Z…
Caged by coordinates–
So planar, unfree
And time’s forward flow,
Just won’t let me go,
It’s sometimes too fast…
Then, relatively too slow
There’s a down direction,
That pulls with oppression,
Gravity’s fixed force–
A constant compression
When force is innate,
I’m stuck at it’s rate,
Sunken and buried,
By pressurized weight
And, in this void,
Nothing’s destroyed,
Change is the constant,
From which all is deployed
While my perception,
Is a small projection,
Of fundamentals,
Below our detection
I myself am just an extension
Of laws Beyond comprehension…
I’m suffocating, blind
Stuck here, in this damn Third Dimension
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Comments2
Well worked out this metaphor that is also reality. Well written
thank you very much. I don't know why sometimes I feel so confined by our limitations and felt like taking a physics spin on it
A cleverly crafted write of which is reality, enjoyed the read
thank you so much for giving it a read and your thoughts. much appreciated. and to think, reality is too just a consensus
You are very welcome
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