I left my consciousness 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