I walk between the parallels
intermittent rungs
that link
the times
I travel back and forth
across dimensions
Albert’s, Jacob’s, ladder
I walk the lines
I walk between the parallels
intermittent rungs
that link
the times
I travel back and forth
across dimensions
Albert’s, Jacob’s, ladder
I walk the lines
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Which begs the question: ‘is it better to be a fleeting visitor to many planes or a comfortable settler on one?’. A thought-provoking poem, Anne-Marie.
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Or, ‘is it possible to be a fleeting visitor to many planes or a comfortable settler on one?’ Hmmm.
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I like your angle on this!
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Your turn! 😉
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Damn it lol 😝
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Excellent poem . The idea of parallels excludes juxtaposition, even if I one travels back and forth… across dimensions… It is certainly an interesting idea…
A great poem indeed… Sending best wishes. Aquileana 🐉☀️
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Many thanks, Aquileana. I like to wonder. 😉 Best wishes to you too. 🙂
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The poem is thought-provoking but what about that incredible picture! Still studying it for clues. Always a mindercise here Anne-Marie. A welcome respite from the noise over here in Lala Land.
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It’s a great picture, isn’t it? I found it after writing the poem and was drawn to it immediately although I haven’t found any clues yet either. 😉
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