Dimension

‘Time is the fourth dimension’?  Isn’t it more

a medium? peculiar means by which alone

tridimensionality can realize

a world?  Mentally we can hypothetize

existence in two dimensions or in four

or many, but can’t imaginatively believe,

envisage them, because we can’t conceive

what mediates their being, as Time our own.

Suppose they’re here: an imperceptible

section sliced through our world; an outer whole

through which our world’s an imperceptible section.

Might seeming happenings here, for which one guesses

or fails to guess a meaning, be the mere slicing

across our world, with which they’ve no connection,

of things whose meaning is in those othernesses,

outside our time-thought’s three-way recognizing?