A perfect view. From my cell.

Please, allow me to conjure up. A fascinating realm. Beyond space and time.  A so-called fifth dimension. Where all one needs do. Simply imagine a new existence. And presto. It becomes real. Like magic.  Making me a  god. A creator.  Of my own universe. I know. I know. It sounds crazy. And maybe I am. Come. Come. You doctors in white coats. Take me away. But still, I will continue to believe. That the imagination prevails. In the fifth dimension.  And who knows? What’s to behold? In an endless string of dimensions. One world always leading into another fascinating and profound world.  With a perfect view. From my cell. In the asylum.  --Jim Broede