Thursday, 1 March 2012
2D or not 2D
I dream of old an old man in a boater
sailing East to West across a page
and, when I turn the paper he still floats there,
a silhouette, a china man, serene.
I dream a rocket takes off into space-time,
climbs across the page from South to North;
black, these silhouettes, like paper puppets
long to turn their souls into 3D.