The gears in the head spin around,
And develop the information;
Elucidating (uncertain) observations,
Which are seen, viewed and found.
The low brought to elevation;
In organic, mechanical, manifestations.
Again – repeating the daily process,
Retracing the old outline,
And reshaping what was defined;
Until the previous is sublimed.
Pen – graphing an incline,
Mind – manipulating the compass.
Like: roots of a massive pine,
Liquid composing the Rhine,
Oxygen two – a super-oxide
(End rhyme – verbal dioxide),
The electric conductivity of a silver wire,
The acoustic elasticity of a string on a lyre…
…Like the heart and it`s pulsating;
This art is life, existence it`s generating.
To many this seems a pointless activity;
To a poet, this is the essence of viability.
Composed By: A.D.
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