The Poem Book That Shouldn't Be Seen [P1: If It Goes Up, Must Come Down]

4D

I woke up in the fourth dimension,
Where my imagination deceives me,
Four dimensions became my vision,
My dreams imprisoned me for three hours.

I entered a black hole,
And my matter was deformed,
My atoms changed,
And my vision was erased.

I entered a portal,
And I left this universe,
I stopped being mortal,
I discovered the multiverse,
And I became immortal.

Can we answer everything?
Maybe we can just feel it,
Can you feel higher by searching?
Can you be higher than the wheel of dust that rolls in time?

Search for meaning by trusting in a God,
Search for meaning by searching in books,
Feeling the knowledge through the sadness,
Getting answers through looks and Greek gods.

Find meaning through the dark matter portal,
Realize the truth and feel it in plaque and blood,
Don't wonder if it's real just hit it while you get it through it,
Normalize the words that come out of the mouth of unconsciousness.

While the fly hits the four walls,
While you listen to its hum without enduring,
Hitting while you are listening to all the small details,
Inhale the smoke of the outstanding.

In your dreams worldviews are shown,
Worms show the views,
Horses remind you that you can go down,
No matter how much the fly flew.

No matter how fast you go or how high you fly,
You will end up falling,
In the end it doesn't matter if you were silly or if you went on your own.
Because if it goes up in the end it will be going down.

Because If it goes up, it must go down.

Is infinity equal to zero?
The further you go, the less you will get,
Are you the hero of your reality?
The faster you go, the less you will have to go.

The more concentration, the less speed,
Like the singularity at the center of a black hole,
Like the sound of that explosion when the big bang happened,
The stolen viability of the most recognized list of multiverses.

Is the universe viable or is it no longer?
Is there a variable that defines my value as a human being?
You can be taller than the sun?
If you can't sing you can write it.