Week 113: Boris the Dot

Boris was a dot

Fearful, he was not.

With the help of a few,

Who pushed him through and through.

Boris reached a new spot

Boris became a line

Length was his sign

Left and right was all he could see

“This cannot be all there is for me.”

Boris stretches and strains

Until he reaches new planes

Infinite flatness, he found.

“More must exist”, he said and became round.

As a ball, Boris reached 3D.

A young boy picked him up inquisitively.

He tossed Boris towards the sky.

“Finally,”, he sighed.

Higher and higher he rode

Eventually his speed slowed

And he returned to the Earth.

The place of his birth.

Each day, Boris stares at the same sky.

A ceiling he saw go by

Currently out of his reach

A limit he will one day breach.