Thought Machine.
From
out of
nowhere
they come.
Not here
then here.
Pop
into existence
into reality.
Many simply
fade away.
Some become.
Some materialize.
Solidify.
Occupy space.
From nothing
comes form,
comes
function.
Thought machine
peruses the
ether.
Formless
world.
Where
potential,
possibility
reside.
From
nothing
futures are
built.
From the
hands
of humanity
reality is
created.
Created
from
nothing.
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 20th, 2021 06:53
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
So very true I often wonder where my thoughts come from.
Andy
Yup, the looking glass. The more I see the more I wonder. Thank you for reading my work
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