Searching For The nth Dimension

The pieces appear to fit
Though closer inspection
Reveals a filigree of gaps
Those with eyes to see
Would bear witness
To the weakened gravity
The lesser pull of this anointed
This paschal lamb of love
Lost on the Way to Gesthemane
Now bound for Shoal
Fallen
Aware of his truth
Bereft of faith in his self
A self long consigned
To shadows
To solitude

So there he goes
Appearing whole
Inhabiting these three dimensions
Though extending through the eleven
He would leave this fleshy universe
This realm of the possible
Longing for Calabi-Yau
The spaces where the impossible

Is

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