10+1 dimensions

- The Files -

I can trace your lines
Like the veins on my palm
Your sketch and your outline
Like the wonders of fall

You're the voice in the hall
Echoing through
The cascades of Niagara Falls
Colours of the moon and rains of June

Your spirit lies within the rocks of Mars
And rivers on Earth
It traces you on the stars
Where the soul and bone merge

You're the sound of strings
10 dimensions and you're one yourself
An orchestra of well-practised sins
11 dimensions, you're the twelfth

Your dreams are ships
Returning from solitudinous tidal waves
Shooting to outer life-sized space

You're the modern melody
Techno beats
My fellow felony
My feral defeat

I can trace your lines
Like the veins in my hand
And if manners maketh Man
Your file will always be mine

                                                                                                                              Smith

June 2024