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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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.
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Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 11:33 PM UTC
Mad, Mad Alireza
- 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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.
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Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 11:33 PM UTC
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