My Heart is a Calabi-Yau-Manifold

My dear,
you’ll get lost
in the maze
of what I am.

You’ll never understand me
for your brain isn’t designed
for more than three dimensions.

You’ll never grasp
what I am
or even who I am,
because even I don’t know.

Everything I could do
is limiting myself
to make sense to you.

But this isn’t what I want,
neither does it bring us forward in any way;
It would only hold us back
from our personal progress.

We would only be
destroyer of dreams,
killers of development.

Is destruction
all you want??
…while you declare it
as an act of creation?

Then, my dear,
I have to tell you,
you lost yourself in the layers of my twisted existence!