In fancy-pants alcoves, hot air now resides,
Where gestures hide in arches (and our pride).
These walls don't just talk, they practically shout,
Swaying opinions like a cosmic bout.
Our bodies boogie through invisible scripts,
Reality TV's got nothing on these flips.
The world's a stage, but we're all terrible dancers,
Stumbling through life for existential answers.
To be or not to be? That's so passé,
We're cobras and charmers in a cosmic ballet.
Sculpting each other like Play-Doh with flair,
Our shapes keep changing—hope you don't care!
We're all just code in a grand computer game,
Leaning into madness, but who's to blame?
Impromptu jazz in media's fun-house mirrors,
Making sense is overrated, we're all seers!
Wrapped in tech like burritos in tinfoil,
Our gadgets' playground: a symbolic soil.
Evolution's got nothing on our gizmo mutation,
We're one big chorus in cosmic palpitation.
Objects? Please! We're swirls in the cosmic stew,
Always changing recipes—existential fondue.
The universe's draft is perpetually in edit,
Old ideas crumble faster than our credit.
Life's an origami, forever unfolding,
Patterns repeat (it's getting old, ding!)
We're all just signs in a cosmic dance-off,
Reality's drunk, and we can't log off.
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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...
