THE FIFTH DIMENSION
Love as a dimension,
Expands and contracts,
Creating inclusions and exclusions.
Love is never eternal.
Dimensions change.
Between the invisible ropes of time
And the defining and undefining
Lengths, widths, and depths of spaces,
Falls the perpetual evolution of love.
Sometimes, Love is a phantom
That spellbinds
You and I to reflections
And shadows and echoes.
Other times, it is a fog
Whose innocence
Clouds the waking hour.
Or perhaps merely a writer,
Fictionalizing the existence
Of you and I,
Scheming
Perfections within imperfections.
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