The following poem is copyrighted, 2011, by Mimi Wolske--All Rights Reserved

 What if the fabric of this

Dimension folded just enough

To permit you to move in bliss

Faster than speed of light—puff!

So quickly no one saw

You move into the fourth

Dimension, where you stop—voila!

The neighboring positions…orth-.

Protons traversing the realm

Of darkness faster than

Previously thought. It would whelm

A self-important scientific clan.

With the Pillars of Physics

Struggling not to Fall

Across the universe’s fabrics

In spite of it all,

Faster than the speed of dark

That shadowy crack,

That bore a different kind of ark

Dimensional zooming in the black,

Ran down the middle of a life

Bringing the future so close

It kept folding and the echo is rife

With fear of what one never knows.

The number, far between

And few in this third dimension,

Will witness those who glean

Like harvesters for the fourth dimension.

The echo is you resonating through

And beyond length, height, and width,

From the pitch black depths most eschew,

Flickering like an astrophysical being with breadth.

Felt in the eyelids is the weight

Of encroaching darkness,

Which is veiled for a reason; chelae

Cutting through the difference causing bleakness.

The difference that brings

Me to you in the fourth dimension

Faster than the speed of dark like changelings

From another dimension.