I D E A

The idea
comes from genesis
unknown
to the common ...

comes from mysteries
deeper
that our vision
   can't reach ...

Comes from arrays of
antimatter
and ethereal, 
of suspensions
antimagnetic
of the matter ...

Comes from the sum
almost nothing
to form
the whole
  what
we call
concept...

"and arrives pale, trembles
rickety to the ropes of
larynx "
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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