Start close. Look right at it. Close your eyes and see it, whatever it is.
Under all that, even, there is another sky. Another dimension,
the wizard explained.
And like leaping from a dot to a line, or a line to a plane,
all the princess knew about time and infinity
twinned kaleidoscopically, so that to fathom it she had to take off her crown.
And that’s when the monkey stole it, the crown.
The wizard had trained him to steal.
And because the princess was busy pondering her expanded universe,
she didn’t notice their sudden exit.
And by the time she understood what they’d done, she didn’t care,
no longer needing her crown
to talk to God.