in the fourth dimension there is no time.
there is, actually, no timeline of history
or mysterious future but only
our human consciousness inventing it.
this is what is there: scattered in my thoughts
as i talk to the virgo about partials that disappear
under the scope like they're slipping
through dimension.
i ask her about the string theory.
she says: time is the 4th dimension.
and,
wow:
how
did you
just speak?
time IS the 4th i considered
the 4th to have no Time.
well
that may make meditative sense:
the 4th is a place,
i knew it.
behind the windsheild i sit in the passengers seat and navigate.
click here to speak to me.