Generator.
Conduit.
Rippled
structure.
All passes
through.
Shapes,
sizes,
concepts.
Forms.
Erupt.
Come into
being.
Magic.
Ancient
thought.
Current
thought.
Future
thought.
Every
thought
conceived.
Sophisticated.
Simple.
Such derived.
Infinite
variations,
mixtures of
themes.
All possibilities.
Exist.
Ideas.
Eureka!
Origin?
Self conceived?
Transceiver
received?
Grey matter
focused,
transforming.
Received
from a
different
place?
Reformatting.
Individualized.
Reality
spilling out.
Magic.
Canvas
covered.
Page after
page.
Never ending.
All incomplete.
Misunderstood.
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 3rd, 2024 22:22
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
I often tell people not to think - it's dangerous.
Andy
😉 so true Andy. Gives me a headache.😆
This seems an echo of my flow of thought as it freely floats. A fun read.
Thank you for your gracious comment.
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