Multidimensional Poetry

My thoughts travel like envelopes
From my mind through my arms
To the tips of fingers.
I read them out loud,
As only felt words can be,
And they cross the dimension of time
And travel into space
From this grey chair of willingness.

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Dimension hunt

The moon is certainly outside my window
I know it from school and from experience.
The moon so white and distant
Sheds an objective value
on what demands my attention today
But does not deserve it.
I feel big in my box of thoughts
And small in an universe
That is expanding.
Closing my eyes I find my dimension
And only my pink small hands can measure my zone of action.