Beneath the Layers

First there are rods of energy like bees in a hive In the first door they thrive When at the gate you will arrive You will feel eerie but very much alive Second door mathematical nirvana is It is a logical but mesmerizing bliss It makes sense of cosmic abyss All physics are taken to account in this bliss Third door I have never seen Nor anything second and last between What divine glory is in it cannot be foreseen But second door is already soul of creation unseen The layers open through ever increasing phase of time They also open spirits of every door left behind each time What are beyond this vector in theoretical abyss are layers so sublime At the end of which there is soul of Omni-verse I described in this rhyme