In Zero Dimension. [illudere] Poem by John Mark Siklere

I'm in a place where lines don't merge and contours don't fit.
A hollow under a bridge where the Meridian emerges
from the bowel of a greasy Earth.
I'm bound by no definition, X and Y and latitudes don't confine me.
There's no weight or mass where I stand, and darkness is a picture in the mind,
I am free like a ray of light, independent as a lazer beam streaming.
I'm locked in a dimensionless world, Emotions encrypt in unbroken codes.
Mountains are low and valleys are unreachable, touching the sky.
A mile is short and quickly gone but a millimeter is endlessand trails the corners of a shapeless world.
There are no birds no music, just a few grass hissing; no clouds no fairy tales and no kissing.
This is where I am, immaterial and illusive; a mockery of reality.