Polygraph needles dance a jig,
Nature's rhythms spike the chart,
Truth and lies in quantum fig.
Streets alive with whispered fibs,
Resilience makes the needle jump,
Through trials faced and battles fudged,
The graph goes bump, bump, bump.
Miracles unfold, the pen goes wild,
As mysteries sweat under probing light,
Truths laid bare, the machine can't cope,
In the city's labyrinthine night of tropes.
The detector smoking, overload complete,
Reality stranger than any lie it could meet.
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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...
