The Layers We Cannot See

The world is a puzzle, a tangle, a thread,

With truths overlapping, like books still unread.

A tesseract hides where the eye cannot go,

A fourth-dimensional dance that most never know.

Imagine the layers, like an onion's disguise,

Each peel a new secret, each fold a surprise.

It isn't just surface, not flat, not confined,

But a map of infinity sculpted by time.

Dimensions stretch far, not just left, right, or here,

But through realms that are vast, both distant and near.

Picture a box with a door you can't find,

Yet each side connects to the depths of your mind.

In "Glass Onion," they spoke of a layered deceit,

But beneath every surface, new truths always meet.

The complex, the tangled, the infinite thread.

Shows us there's more than just paths we have tread.

Infinity whispers in echoes and bends,

The start of a loop where no timeline ends.

It isn't just numbers or science in play,

It's the essence of being, where thoughts interplay.

To see through the veil is to question and learn,

To peel back the layers, to willingly turn.

For life is not linear, nor simply confined.

But a tapestry woven with layers of mind.

With this comes a power, a gift we all share,

To mold what is hidden, reshape what is there.

Through understanding, new paths will emerge,

A limitless journey where desires converge.

So step through the unseen, where all layers align,

A realm of potential, both human and divine.

For the tesseract waits, an uncharted expanse,

A boundless dimension to embrace and enhance.