Magic Looking Glass

My hands press against the glass.
Not long now!
The tip of my right pointer finger -
just pushes through.
The rest is easy.
Not too fast though, for first I must decide.
Geometry, Mathometry, plains & points in space
a cube glows yellow, a line of gren
and hot pink plains beside them.
Mathometry, Geometry, Neon against black

Castle of Arabian domes
Palace beneath the sea
Castle dark in haunted forest
Magic castles three.

Metalic twang, Gwendolyn
lights, bytes, beeps.
Gentle hum of unthinking thoughts
while a disk is read.

Lost world, my world,
I leave the Looking Glass
for though each world is magical,
more so is my own.