Suppose

Suppose I lived

on a piece of paper.

My life would unroll as a scroll.

 

No ups or downs

no elation or depression

as I move from point to point.

I lower myself

into two-dimensions

to banish restless dreams,

loneliness,

the arthritis of growing old.

Time does not exist here.

I will never age or die.

 

On this page I find relief.

Stuck in a time warp,

I meet up with General Anthony Wayne.

He warns me

to follow the straight and narrow

and not fall off the edge

into the Slough of Despond

and Despair.

 

 

 

 

 

I wander

in the illusion

of  a quiet Valley Forge.

Waynesborough is the flat little town I crawl on.

Mt. Misery and Mt. Joy,

sets of topographical squiggles.

The wagons along the Schuylkill

rumble along 

from Washington’s Headquarters to Sullivan’s Bridge.

I walk along the hilly Chapel Trail,

 unable to descend or ascend.

The geese honk as specks on the river

unable to take off or land.

 

 

At five-feet seven inches,

I am now a dot

in virtual space.

My seventy-two years arise

where two intersecting 3-D spaces

bring my time into being.

 

But  3 dimensions never pop up here.

Which means my so-called lifetime

is part of a grand illusion.

 

 

I want my life back!

I will embrace my painful illusion!

I need your truthful intrusion!

To leap back off this scroll,

I invite you to join me

here on this page

and fight the lies in our lives.

Shrink yourself

to two dimensions.

Trudging through the frozen fields of Valley Forge,

you will gain three degrees of strength.

 

If enough of us dots pile up,

we can break through

to the third-dimension

and witness the truth

in the time

we have brought into being.

 

 

 

 

Suppose you lived

on a piece of paper

and your life unrolled as a scroll.

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