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Passing idea
Clusters a spark
a mundane brainstorm
And as it passes
Through the elastic mind
I wish to sit
At my typewriter
To capture the essence
Before it’s gone
Before the idea vanishes
Before storm ceases
Mad,
Mad mind
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Passing idea
space exploded within itself
atomic fusion instigated
The mundane universe
And it expands
Through the elastic space
I wish to sit
At my typewriter
To capture the essence
Before it’s gone
Before a black-hole
Swallows my universe
to create another one
Mad,
Mad universe
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Passing idea
Clusters of minds
Until civilizations are fused
Into mundane cultures
And they expand
Through the elastic generations
I wish to sit
At my typewriter
To capture the essence
Before it’s gone
Before civilization zero
Is both dead and alive
In the schrodinger-like
Transition to civilization one
Mad,
Mad persons
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Passing idea
Cluster of lonely universes
Until the almighty gravity
Loses its kingdom
To the thought of multiverses
And it expands
Through the elastic kinship
I wish to sit
At my typewriter
To capture the essence
Before it’s gone
Before multiverses wonder
And discover:
They think, therefore they are.
Mad,
Mad multiverses
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I am sitting at my typewriter
To capture an idea
whilst thoughts are passing through my cerebral cortex
Perhaps
Someone inside an earth-like neuron in my brain
Is sitting at his typewriter
With a writer’s block
Trying to make sense of the birth of me:
His equivalent of the big bang
a single atom
Giving birth to the energy
That shaped his universe - my cerebrum
I am sitting at my typewriter
To capture an idea
Whilst the milky-way and Andromeda
Are to cross through a string of light-like gravitational paths
Perhaps
The conscious of the universe
Ponders my existence
In a form of a passing idea
Mad,
Mad Alireza.