I had a patio into 4th dimensional space.
It was in a shape I couldn't imagine,
I painted it a color that doesn't exist.
Sometimes it warped into a torus,
&,
inconveniently,
it popped in & out of existence without warning
on more than one occasion.
But it was a fine place to watch the sun come in at the end of a long eternity.
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