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Fourth Dimension Of Reality

Poetry By: Scribblings of a middle aged mad man

Realising that all that confronts us can only be answered with the available tools we have.

Submitted:Apr 8, 2008    Reads: 107    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

Can the snare of the English language

prove adequate?

Do enough colour capped lids

of paint exist?

Will the limitations of our smell

stretch sufficiently?

At what point will imagination

fill our gaps of ignorance?

When you can answer these four questions

you will know our grip on reality

is that of greasy paws on warmed butter


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