Dimensions (or My New Glasses)
What happens when
what you see is
in three dimensions,
but they aren't
the right dimensions?
Things that are supposed
to have breadth have width instead.
Things that have
height become short.
You wade through the ground
as if it were a wading pool.
You hit your head on something
that was supposed to be over there.
You tell your friends
about funny-looking things
and they tell you you are 'seeing things.'
But its better than
not seeing the things
that really matter.
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