we watched him from our seats in the auditorium,
not even noticing the fluctuating gluons
moving in space like miniature lava lamps between
him and us [oblivious to their beauty, we read our newspapers
in our three dimensional Cartesian space, watching
our clocks tick]; one dimensional time is hard enough
to manage what with getting to work, picking up the kids.
in another dimension of a supersymmetric world,
we would be beautiful and thin to balance our chubby,
gluttonous selves, all we have to do is get there.
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