Dimensions Iii Poem by shimon weinroth

I feel for you
of all the senses this
must have been the last

in some corner there
must be a way out
turning round and round
there is a circle
with no corners

turned upside down
and inside out
there are still no corners
to go out

here and there will never meet
standing in between
start to move change places
there is a moment

a change of glances
here is there
ever so close
there of here is now so far away

the bubble burst
and all the fluids
flow from here to there