Short of One Dimension

Rains fall in the water
Lines traced in the curve
Saw the gull in the sky head off
It goes

Days warmed by the summer
Eyes closed by the sun

Lay your hand across
Rid this mind of thought

And let him wake remembering
All things forgotten in the water
Let him wake to bring them in
Memories faded in the crossing
Here's the point ending the line
Here's the line ending the surface
Here's the surface ending the form
Here's a man searching for context
For his lost geometries
Always short of one dimension