paper, flat, with
width and height alone.
Twist it, and join the ends together.
Some say it now has one dimension only.
I say it now curved through height as well, grown.
Both one dimensional, and yet also lifting through three.
We start simply, a mind in the darkness, unformed, dimensionless.
As the Story unfolds, we find ourselves here, inside the box.
Then the carnival surrounds us, and we may be hungry,
our forms solidify, and can affect the world.
I curved into more dimensions
Yet am still flat, focused,
And more real.
No matter where you go, there you are.