Serial Sonnet: Rose-breasted Grosbeak Act 2

Just thinking out loud here. If painting is a two-dimensional art (2.5 for Pollock), why should poetry look to it for inspiration. At least architecture is 3-D. Fiction adds the fourth dimension of time into the picture. Poetry needs to find that fifth.

on some mechanical contraption made
by engineers intent on miniscule
flights of original—although retrograde—
technology—high-powered by fossil fuel.

Ummm, this particular poem is having difficulty with just the first dimension.