11 D
It seems there's only one specific time,
Two worlds are same,
The one behind me in the mirror,
Sharing half the blame...
That's just another universe,
Until its under view,
Then splits another timeline,
At the end of your review...
Like webs that seem to permeate,
And then they multiply,
For every choice you're given,
There's a million more that rise...
The 4th and 8th dimensions,
Seem to join the other 9,
Like 3 dimensional paradoxes,
Joined by two inside...
I know its hard to comprehend,
But think outside the box,
Whoever thought that iron bars,
Could come from melted rocks...
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