The first dimension is the shadows of birds
Gray blurs on the sunny patio floor
The second dimension is the birds themselves
Reddish-brown in the leafless trees
The third dimension is their invisible aura
Stretching out all around them now
The fourth dimension can only be imagined
All the way to the ninth symphony
Sung by a single bird
Slowly unwinding the world
Perched on the finger of God
Take me it sings as you
Have given yourself to me
And let the spring begin
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