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Whether to Weather  

A poet preserved by their craft

Today’s storm is tomorrow’s draft

Tonight’s darkness, tomorrow’s light

Time alone is time to write

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Time without leaves space within

Whether or not we choose to begin

Space’s filled with unchosen weather

That’s why a quill floats like a feather

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Writing out the storms, blue sky always brighter

Showers of tears make the heart feel lighter

Rainbows get a page or two, hurricanes get quite a few

And storms better weathered in a blanket shared by two

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Courting Dimensions

We see in two dimensions, why do we need three?

When depth’s always hidden within you and me

Like engraved images in a dusty old book

Just flat lines multiplying the closer we look

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A ball’s three dimensional, though all the same

Dribbled on flattened courts, we all call a game

Shooting for stars – settling for net

Thinking two dimensionally that’s all you get

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We’ve all the axes: X, Y and Z

Why would one not think in 3D?

This third dimension’s for all to score

Winners share in its depth evermore

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