Dimensions Poem by John Taylor

Dimensions

Dense black folded space
Fabric studded points of light
Dark foreboding swirling gas
time flows not in line
Strings confound the minds we trust
Expanding outward beckoning riddle
Perplexed we delight to know its secret
Creation taunts us fathom these designs
Our beginnings and endings together bound
With that dead star exhausted now a clue maybe
But the random dance confuse us now
A place a thought a mirage perhaps or even still
No where at all but from that recess deep within
Unfold in time... this enigma
One locked door - the first of four
And far beyond be many more.