I have broken open and where I always expected sun rays to pour through

Only black despair seeps between the stitches of my body

I am nothing but weakness and submission

Bound together by a weak will and seventeen different shades of giving up

I left my consciousness in the sixth dimension

And lost my will to live on the corner of moving on and recovery

I am unable to breathe and am physically incapable of ever being alive

Nothing can fix me because I am past the point of irreparable

It is only a matter of time before I lose my homeostasis

And end up a puddled stain on the cement

...where I could watch them with no pain. 

A thousand lives strewn out before me, like a scattering of posies. Pointless little fleeting, broken things that they were. Here some tears, there a bit of fear. The axe and the sword. Plots and deceit. A little love and some soft caresses in the dark. They were all there. 

But now I could see them all. They were nothing now. So strange, it seemed, that they had once caused me so much pain, so much elation. 

They were nothing now. I was at peace finally, in the sixth dimension. 

Not that I won't

Not that I'm unyielding

But that I'm simply incapable

Of conformity

Of demure acquiescence 

To the wanton lusts 

Concocted by Baal 

Or to Mammon's gluttony

I'm hitherto taken up

By magnific thoughts

Of The I Am

Not that I'm untouched

Nor that I'm unsullied

But that I'm prepossessed

By my impending union

With the Trinity

When I am become Divinity

I, a part of this globe 

I, yet apart from it

'Cause I left my consciousness

All my treasures too 

In the 6th 

In a place I yearn

Beyond space's tip 

Past the firmament

Where Yahweh dwells. 

I left my consciousness in the sixth dimension. It was crowded with science fiction. I couldn't find a seat. Because my thoughts were conventional, I was thrown out. Nonetheless, I was contaminated by dragons, trolls, and pet cemeteries. So I went back with a twisted ankle and a toothless grin. Amazing! I fit right in. Did I mention that I had a seeing-eye dog? He had conventional habits like crapping where he ought not. I barely escaped the collective ire.

Now I'm back at my desk. My mind is half here, half there. My dog is howling at the moon, but I'll tell you straight. I don't travel on a broom.  

I once lived in dimension five

where all worlds were possible

and it was a fine thing to be alive.

Then my consciousness expanded

and at first my heart sang

to see the plane of all possibities

stretching from the Big Bang.

Next I understood that we may

take different routes, succeed or fail,

but it ends the same

when Ouroboros eats his tail.

It was no gift to see the end like this

to repeat the same mistakes

like it was some cosmic treat.

So I left my consciousness

in the sixth dimension

and abandoned the future and the past,

pulled the plug on my universe of atoms

and turned my back on all edits and revisions

to slowly circle the last black hole

on the event horizon of my troubled soul

until the bonds that weakly,

and briefly attached,

broke down to chaos

and gravity took me at last.

I left my consciousness

In the sixth dimension

My soul has left

For a better place

While the rest of me

Is in the third.

Here I wander and meander

Aimlessly going through the days.

At times however

In a deep part of my mind

Locked in a cage of forbidden thoughts

Something calls out

Begging to be freed

"What Am I?"

It yells from behind mental bars

As a lay awake

Devoid of any sleepiness.

What am I doing?

What is my reason for being?

What is life?

Am I just meant to exist

Without being anything more than

Insignificant?

After all, I'm just me.

How could I ever answer my questions?

I am no god.

I am no higher being.

I'm just me.

My body finally goes to rest

In the physical plane.

My soul

My consciousness

They're doing other things

In other planes of existence.

Perhaps they hold the secrets and answers

To my existential crisis.

What are they doing exactly?

I don't know.

I'm just me after all.

I left my consciousness in the sixth dimension and my skeletons in the closet. I climb out of bed. Unawake and unaware and unable to care anyway, I go on the prowl. My mind rests as my body hunts, thirsting more for the feeling of success than the results. I hunt for sport, not for food, yet I feel sustained, and wake up refreshed, if a bit bloody.

Quantum eraser:

This reality will lace her

With blurried knowledge.

Two entangled photons

But, one moves on

To where the other had already acknowledged

Before it has even happened.

Why? The answer is blackened.

Im am so atonished.

I have my apprehension

But, my conscious must enter the 6th dimensions 

To fully understand. 

The machine is here

The body willing

The destination clear

Here goes nothing

Flash, bang, it's done

Possibilities, I can't imagine

Here I am, the first one

Where I am? The sixth dimension

But something's not right

I'm back from where I came

Can't believe my sight

Everything's the same!

I see myself, entering the machine

Ready to achieve my dream

Try to scream, try to shout

Nothing comes out

Nobody moves, nobody blinks

I can barely think

Body weakening, mind fading

Feel myself disappearing

Try to run, have to warn him

Stop this, before it begins

Pleading through tears

My cries fall on deaf ears

Have I done this before?

Will I do this forever more?

Never to come back

I fade to black

My fate, signed

This cycle, never ending

I've lost my mind

In the sixth dimension

sweetest implications of a uterine thing much larger or layered than thought to be before 

something about that reminds me of some drifting theory / layered bulk of a false world, perfectly simulated, but excluding alien life 

six dimensional space is really just any space with six dimensions, or {secrets about whether or not we can program more dimensions into existence} six degrees of freedom, or a set of pretty lines that splits off into little sub-spaces

I left my consciousness in the six dimension, curled into an islander's 7-cube of a six sphere conch shell 

where it is lonely

and reacts slowly to the eroding qualities of waves

corresponds perfectly to the strange emptiness of memory, really 

I am so glad to be able to equate that nothing-place with an experience long forgotten, but do sometimes wish 

that it all might come back home