Twilight Zone

Out of the shadows
steps a well dressed man,
he holds a cigarette and
speaks in a honey voice.
Black and white, a curl
of smoke.
He describes to us a
fifth dimension.
What is this place,
oh smoking man?
From where did you come?
To where did you go?
Take me there,
if you can, where it’s as
vast as space and
as timeless as infinity.
Take me there.