Reaching comprehension of higher dimensions appears unthinkable.
To imagine a surface, spatially spanning a metaphysical axis.
Still reality holds a new concept; one freed beyond the confines.
Rethinking. Bending. Cerebrally grinding those axes.
Orientation, for dimensionality, is mistaken.
1, 2, 3 as X, Y, Z - is the first realm.
I use the word first, not the number.
Pointing, for direction, is mistaken.
In comes time - as the second realm.
I use the word second, a discrete reflection.
Warping, for depth, is miss-taken.
Taking on the burden - as yet, few realm.
The gravity of attraction is magnetizing, in small eddies.
Wallowing mindlessly in the lower dimensions of flesh.
To feel the pull, is to feel it; a. sub-pun
Rambling a ball of oceans - constrained too, to 2 planes.
I use the number 2, not the word.
Embracing the breadth of dimensions is wholesome.
Being linked to that clarity, the realm of understanding.
Connected to sentience, the domain of personality.
To a feeling of emotional empathy.
To God.