The slow mechanics
Of this lumbering beast
Move ever slowly
As the grease of logic
Wears thin
No more
Do the sparks of ingnuity
Flare up from the darkness
Sheding light
Upon unsloved problems
Now the gears lay idle
With the occasional twich
As they slip over each other
No longer working
No longer functioning
In this dark relm
With its tangled mass
Of blown grey fuses
And flickering red warning lights
A new being is emerges
Within this dark relm
An abstract mind is born
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Comments
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Love the imagery here. You seemed to describe more of how the destruction of the mind's wiring led to it's abstract nature. Not what I expected but still very well done. Thank you for your lovely words.
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