[Poetry] Surface-strafing

ant on a garden hose

consider dimensions
of time and space and meaning
each approaching and receding
in same but not-same ways

the language is different
for each
like here and there and
now and then
this and that, the other
equivalent words for what can’t equate

dimensions suck
I mean

the earth’s a globe
defined in three dimensions
but we see only two —

we’re trapped here on a surface that
lacks the depth we crave
like ants upon a garden hose
marching many ways

but getting nowhere

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