The Point Poem by Norm Milstein

The Point



I have no size but by extension,
I'm the mother of dimensions.
Subtle soul of abstract form,
From me all of Space is born.
I am the child of Introspection.
Reason balks at my conception.
Filling all your everywhere,
I hide, invisible, as air.

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