Increasing Dimensions Poem by Micron Jan

1D
One line—meh, kind of lame,
A stick of nothing, yet it claims fame.
It's straight, it's narrow, not much to see,
But hey, without it, nothing can be!

2D
Add a friend, and suddenly—square!
Two dimensions, flair everywhere.
Width and height, oh what a pair,
Flat world adventures—beware!
Draw pizzas, cats, stick-figure fights,
All in glorious 2D delights.

3D
Stack ‘em up, cube alert!
We're architects now—no shirt.
Depth joins the party, shapes start to play,
Boxes, spheres, and mountains, hooray!
You can walk around, bump your head,
Oops—you fell off the cube bed.

4D
Time and sound crash the scene,
Now your cube's basically a movie screen.
Textures wiggle, clocks tick fast,
Past, present, future all mashed.
Your cube talks back, plays funky jazz,
And somehow, your cat's a time-traveling spaz.

5D
Thoughts and feelings join the mix,
Welcome to the dimension buffet—mind's set!
Memories, dreams, "what the heck? "
Imagination's the only tech.
Your cube is alive, it likes to joke,
It whispers secrets in the 5D smoke.
Reality bends, then folds in a twist,
Congrats, you're officially blissfully unresist!

6D
Enter possibility—oh what a ride,
Every "might" and "maybe" now collide.
Alternate worlds, parallel plots,
Endless outcomes in giant knots.
You meet yourself, but slightly bizarre,
Wears a tutu, plays air guitar.