Thought Machine

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Apr 20, 2021 

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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