Creativity
The mind is a quagmire of weeds:
a crowd of what we think we know
leaving little room left for new crops
of creativity....
How far out did Einstein go?
At first thought speculative nonsense
his time altering relativity....
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2022
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