I dreamed of a language so cosmic, so grand,
It made Shakespeare look like spam in a can.
Words bounced off quantum foam like beach balls,
While meaning played hide-and-seek in probability's halls.
Our minds got so tangled, they formed a big knot,
A telepathic field—or was it just pot?
We understood everything, all at once,
(Though in hindsight, we might've just looked like dunces).
Syllables hummed like a galactic kazoo,
Aurora borealis? Nah, just our brain stew.
Meaning congealed from clouds in the sky,
Influenced by vibes and Carl Jung's third eye.
Conversations bloomed like psychedelic flowers,
Each chat lasting eons, or maybe just hours.
Our thoughts were like trees, all gnarled and twisted,
In realities where logic had long since resisted.
We gestured in fractals, we whispered in stars,
One interpretive dance explained life on Mars.
Metaphors tunneled through space like a mole,
While similes lit up our minds like a disco bowl.
Silence wasn't golden, it was platinum, baby!
Pregnant with meaning, or maybe just crazy.
Our hearts synced with pulsars, our brains with the void,
(Or perhaps it was just our circadian rhythms destroyed).
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Dimensional Doodles
PoetryThis collection is a tapestry woven from the threads of cosmic wonder and digital intrigue, each poem a distinct journey through realms where intellect and imagination collide. Dive into a universe where quantum whispers mingle with the syntax of th...
