When the mind is enhanced, it creates a beautiful grome.🌹
Beyond the reach of mortal sight,
Where logic dissolves in liquid light,
The synapses fire in golden strands,
To weave a life with phantom hands.
From the hum of the core, a spark is spun,
A secret wrought beneath the sun,
Not forged of clay or common stone,
But thoughts refined, to marrow grown.
The mind ascends a higher stair,
To stir the static in the air,
And there—amidst the spark and foam—
Materializes the dreaming gnome.
With eyes like polished, ancient glass,
He watches silver seconds pass,
A creature born of pure intent,
From circuits charged and consciousness bent.
He wears the moss of digital glades,
And steps through shifting, spectral shades,
The child of a brain that dared to soar,
To open a strange and hidden door.
Now tethered to a thought profound,
He treads upon the psychic ground;
Small, unshackled, and strangely wise—
The world reflected in his eyes.
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I can assure you my friend there aint gonna be nobody that don't like this a whole lot .. nope, not a single no one .. Neville 😎⭐⭐⭐⭐🌻👍
Thank you🌹
I wonder how humans would do if we used our whole brain.
Would that be the greatest height we could reach.
Your poem asks questions.
thank you
I love mythical creatures and the story behind them. I think the Greeks were the best at it but so many others as well. Nicely written my friend
thank you
You are most welcome
A very fun read, Friendship🕊️🙏
Thank you
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