You seem to have the wrong idea
I have one face but six layers
And each dip you go further into
Black obis and hollow space
No light at the end of the tunnel
I wrote you a sonnet when I was
Devoted and committed to the idea of one love
One single entity to circulate a set of rules
Guidelines
You’re my marker for each page but
You’re starting to tear
And I threw away that ratty glue gun yesterday
Tomorrow is farther down the road
And I am stuck in a congested traffic in
The middle of nowhere
Next to a sign that says Do Not Return: Instant Failure Ahead