Apparently, back in 1994 I was playing around and wrote this poem about reality. I can't really say what triggered the thought back then, but, somehow I had a thought and turned it into a poem. I just found it in a box in my shed. Hope you like it.
A Fourth Dimension
I read of time and space
One having length,
The other space
At ninety degrees to time,
Lies reality upon
Parallels allowed no being
In this region tri-dimensional
Which we believe exists, but are not seeing.
At an odd or unknown angle left or right
The postulated dimension number four
Winds out of time and sight.
About The Author
Donovan Baldwin is a Dallas area poet and author of many articles published online. A University Of West Florida alumnus (1973) with a BA in accounting, he is a past member of Mensa and has held several managerial positions. After retiring from the U. S. Army in 1995, he became interested in internet marketing and developed various online businesses. He has been writing poetry, articles, and essays for over 40 years, and now frequently publishes articles on his own websites and for use by other webmasters. He has blogs on the subjects of senior health and fitness, and related topics.