Tesla Mind
Tesla’s mind, A kinetic, static attic filled to the brim;
With magical ease he displayed his energy laboratory.
In centrifugal dance, grey matter clogs to universal energy; round and round, resounding souls spew forth from Tesla tricks.
Burning holes in his soul’s pockets; creativity never sleeps. On the astral mind mingles with hyperactive atoms; their playtime, births a genius.
Tesla mind, like Einstein’s mind; a conglomerate of power, imprisoned by temporary mortality and oh, the miraculous echoes upon the ethers, eternally.
Science is a spoiled child; a self-limiting ego. The greatest minds go far beyond it. Answers sought, eluded by egoist, viral limitations; are potentially, forever lost. Tesla mind will present them, in another future.
Tucked up for a night in a cold, black hole; Tesla mind tricks await their next performance on planet Earth. Who will see and hear the static charge; that’ll manifest future miracles? Who will realize what they’ll witness?
Tesla mind’s bunk mates are few and far between; ego never recognizes genius, in its own time.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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