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Apr 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
created.
Created
from
nothing.
John Prophet
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John Prophet
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