From scribbles and squiggles, our thoughts do sprout,
In a tangle of bubbles, with arrows throughout.
Oh, the joy of the nodes, and the glee of the lines,
As we chart out our dreams, and reframe all our binds.
With colors so vibrant, and links so profound,
We build up our theories, from thoughts spinning 'round.
"Look at my map!" we exclaim with great cheer,
A labyrinth of ideas that's perfectly clear.
Yet in this grand tapestry, what's truly the case?
We've circled in circles, lost in our own space.
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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...
