Indeed it is traveling among us.
Hidden among the shadows till the time is ripe.
With an almost anecdotal pun.
Catch me if you can, if you wrought that third and fourth dimension.
A game of seeking the unknown.
Seeing how far you can truly go.
And that utmost moment of despair when you have truly lost your bearings.
It is then it flies above you taunting and gawking.
The mighty red herring
Who are we to doubt its authenticity.
With almost no knowledge of the inner most workings.
So we're bound to give chase once more.
For if we must repeat ourselves let it be for the course of this nature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the rhythm of this poem and it's nature. Also, that you write of third and fourth dimensions, as do I. Want to thank you for your well thought out comments, I appreciate them very much. You touched my soul with your reference to liking my poetry. Thank you