I tell you, three dimensionality
is basis for presumption that enables
a man to formulate the world as certain:
and once that's done, there’s really no stopping him.
The fact that Eve reached out to pick the fruit
she must presume it was there, just as viewed:
a precedent to the as mundane business
of planned action, the easy relegation
of God the all-provider to the sidelines.
Nothing exists, but that's there in the sight
of it; and this presumption is man's premise:
how easy then to jump to the conclusion
that action is his, the world his achievement:
when dimensionality itself is God at work.