Generator

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Sep 04, 2024

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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