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.